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** The night shades have begun their flight, 
The mists are passing into light, 
The morning star is on the height— 




Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by 

In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. 

Giles & Gould, 
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Among the many natural endowments of mankind, none appear more conspic- 
uous or delightful than the capacity for song. Vocal utterance was bestowed 
upon us by the " Giver of every good and perfect gift," without doubt, that we 
might praise and adore him, and that we- might make each other glad. The cor- 
rectness of this view is established in our thoughts at once, as we remember how, 
— when the Mosaic ritual and service was ordained, — a certain portion of the 
children of Israel were set apart for this express purpose ; and how, also, in this 
* dispensation of the fullness of times," the great Apostle exhorts the people of God 
to " Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom ; teaching and ad- 
monishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with 
grace in your hearts to the Lord." 

Tbe church of the living God has ever been inspired to sing; but never before 
has she had such inspiration to break forth in joyful lays of praise and thanks- 
giving as now. For now "The night is far spent; the day is at hand." They 
who have heeded the " light" which was ordained to " shine in a dark place until 
the Day-dawx," know that the dreary night-shadows — brought upon this earth 
by humanity's sin, and the chaos conjured by man's selfishness — are soon to 
give place to the beauteous glory of a never-ending day, and the ceaseless har- 
monies of an immortal regeneration, quickened by God's Spirit of everlasting 
grace and perfect love. 

The "morning watch " is here — "Blessed is he that watcheth and Jceepeth his 
garments." vVe hail the dawning. 

Thus believing, I felt moved to prepare a Hymn Book suited to the use of the 
waiting Church, now standing on the verge of redemption. My plan was, first, to 
select all the old favorite Hymns, as for as known, which had become standards 
among us; and these will be found in our book, — unset to music, however, in- 
asmuch as the old tunes must be quite familiar to all; hence I considered it 
unnecessary to print them, as this would make the book far more costly. Second, 
I designed to embody with the choice old Hymns the new and fresh Advent Poe- 
try which has for its inspiration the Prophetical fulfillments, light, and experience 
of these later years ; and I feel much pleasure in presenting in these pages a large 
number of beautiful Hymns written by Hor.vtius Bonab of Scotland, than which 
finer poetry has never been written. Quite a number will be found from the pen 
of our Brother D. T. Taylor (delightful poetry), as well as several from our be- 


loved and venerable Bro. S S Brewer, (whose whole heart longingly waits to 
see the King in his beauty,) and others whom I cannot stay to mention here. Suf- 
fice it to say, that in the Index of first lines, the authorship of each Hymn, as far 
as known, has been credited. 

Third, I desired to introduce among us a fresh and inspiring selection of music, 
which should more fully develop our song service. We give you some seventy- 
five pages of choice and valuable music, among which are two or three of the 
oldest tunes, published by request. A number of the pieces I have published by 
purchasing permission of the copyright owners at heavy prices. . Other publishers 
have, however, freely granted me permission to use their property when asked ; 
and my grateful thanks are hereby tendered to Messrs. L. Marshall and L. O. 
Grover, of Boston, Philip Phillips & Co., and Biglow & Main of New York, and 
Gould & Fischer of Philadelphia. The thanks of all are due to Amanda Bailey, 
Geo. E. Lee, and Samuel C. Hancock, for their valuable contributions. 

The beauty of many of these selections depends upon their being sung in har- 
mony. Learn, then, to sing them with all the parts. My object has been to get 
out a little work intrinsic in value, well printed and bound, and convenient for 
the pocket, which might be furnished at a moderate price. 

I now present this little volume to my brethren, believing that we have not a 
' long time in which to sing our " Hymns of the Morning " ere the Day, with all 
its glorious effulgence and gladdening beams shall burst upon us, when we 
shall, if found faithful, with all the intuition of a redeemed nature, take our sev- 
eral parts in the Grand Anthem which shall waken more responsive echoes than 
even the Angels' Song heard on Judea's plain, — echoes which shall stir and 
thrill a new Creation, from which sin has been forever banished; a new earth, 
inhabited by God's people, — holy, happy, immortal. To be there to sing those 
songs, — through Christ, the Lord, — is precious grace. Amen. 
With love, your Brother, 

West Meriden, Conn., Jan. 28th, 1872. 

Chas. C. Barker. 

Note.— The name of a tune printed in italic indicates that the music may be found in 
the Jubilee Harp. 



1. GOD 7 

2. MAN 8 

3. CHRIST 9-15 


5. FAITH AND LOVE 17—28 

6. HOPE AND JOY 29—55 

7. PRAYER 56—69 

8. PRAISE 70—73 


10. EXPERIENCE > 77—86 


12. EXHORTATION 88-104 



15. INVITATION 117—119 

16. PENITENCE 120 

17 MT«3PT?TT AATT?rvrr<3 101 140 




Admiration. 8s, 7s & 4s 63 

A home for me 32 

Awake, thou fair Virgin 135 

A home for the weary 22 

Bonar's Chant. S. M 57 

Braden. S. M 58 

Beautiful Eden 40 

Bethel. CM. 12 

Brethren, while we sojourn here .... 88 

Bingham. S. M 121 

Cymball. S. M 68 

Comfort in affliction 108 

Consolation 105 

Cherished hopes 80 

Christmas. C. M 29 

Dewdrop. CM 82 

Few days 128 

Grover 140 

Geneva. C. M 132 

Gould. C. M 9 

Harmony. CM 134 

Howard. L. M 97 

I love to tell the story 18 

Jesus is coming again 44 

Jesus comes again 93 

Let it pass 90 

Let me go 60 

Life in the future 20 

Messiah. CM 11 

Meriden. S. M 56 

Mornington. S. M 77 

Noel. CM 59 

NorthSalem. CM 133 

Only waiting 78 

Over there 17 

Over yonder 122 

Ocean. CM 126 

Peace. S. M 94 

Prayer. S. M 106 

Praise. S. M 107 

Pilgrim 30 

Refuge. L. M 10 

Remember me 64 

Redemption 34 

Shelter. L. M 62 

Sweetly sleeping Ill 

Shall we meet you all there ? 96 

Sighing for home 124 

Summer evening 137 

The beauteous day 36 

Transport. 8s & 7s 33 

The glorious Jubilee 45 

The prospect 95 

"Wait 110 

Waiting 38 

We'll stand the storm. CM 42 

Watch. 7s 92 

West Sudbury. C M 130 




Olive's Brow* 

L. M. 


1 There is a G-od — all nature speaks, 

Thro' earth, and air, and seas, and skies 
See ! from the clouds his glory breaks, 
When the first beams of morning rise. 

2 The rising sun, serenely bright, 

O'er the wide world's extended frame, 
Inscribes, in characters of light, 
His mighty Maker's glorious name. 

3 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, 

And trace creation's wonders o'er, 
Confess the footsteps of your God, 
And bow before him, and adore. 




C. M. 

1 I sing th' almighty power of God, 

That made the mountains rise, 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained 

The sun to rule the day; 
The moon shines full at his command, 
And all the stars obey. 

3 I sing the goodness of the Lord, 

That tilled the earth with food; 
He formed the creatures with his word, 
And then pronounced them good. 

4 Lord' how thy wonders are displayed 

Where'er I turn mine eye ! 
If I survey the ground I tread, 
Or gaze upon the sky. 

5 There's not a plant or flower below 

But makes thy glories known ; 
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from thy throne. 

6 Creatures that borrow life from thee 

Are subject to thy care ; 
There's not a place where we can flee, 
But God is present there. 


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L. M. 

1 Come, O my soul ! in sacred lays 
Attempt thy great Creator's praise : 
But, on, what tongue can speak his fame ? 
What mortal verse can reach the them« ? 

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, 
He glory like a garment wears ; 

To torai a robe of light divine, 

Ten thousand suns arouud him shine. 

3 In all our Maker's grand designs, 
Almighty power with wisdom shines ; 
His works, thro' all this wondrous frame, 
Declare the glory of his name. 

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing; 
And let his praise employ thy tongue, 
Till listening worlds shall join the song. 

4. Dundee. C. M. 


1 Great God! how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we ! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to thee. 

2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, 

Ere seas or stars were made ; 
Thou art the ever-living God, 
Were all the nations dead. 

3 Eternity, with all its years, 

Stands present in thy view; 
To thee there's nothing old appears — 
Great God ! there's nothing new. 

4 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawn, 

And vexed with trifling cares; 
While thine eternal thought moves on 
Thine undisturbed allairs. 

5 Great God ! how infinite art thou ! 

What worthless worms are we! 
Let the whole race of creatures bow, 
And pay their praise to thee. 



5. Miorntngton* Pago 77. S. M, 

1 Ah ! how shall fallen man 

Be just before his God? 
If he contend in righteousness, 
We fall beneath his rod. 

2 If he our ways should mark 

With strict, inquiring eyes, 
Could we, for one of thousand faults, 
A just excuse devise? 

3 All-seeing, powerful God ! 

Who can with thee contend ? 
Or who, that tries the unequal strife, 
Shall prosper in the end ? 

4 The mountains, in thy wrath, 

Their ancient seats forsake ; 
The trembling earth deserts her place, 
Her rooted pillars shake. 

5 Ah ! how shall guilty man 

Contend with such a God? 
None — none can meet him and escape, 
But through the Saviour's blood. 



L. M. 

1 Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin, 
And born unholy and unclean ; 
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall 
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, 
The seeds of sin grow up for death : 
Thy law demands a perfect heart — 
But we're defiled in every part. 

3 Great God ! create my heart anew, 
And form my spirit pure and true ; 

No outward rites can make me clean, — 
The leprosy lies deep within. 

4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, 
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, 
Can wash the dismal stain away. 

5 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone 
Hath power sufficient to atone : 

Thy blood can make me white as snow, 
No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 


C. M. 

1 Death's npt the " Gate of paradise," 

Nor. ■' opening key" to heaven; 
Nor a bright •? angel from the sides," 
Or boon in mercy given. 

2 Death, to the saint, is npt the hour 

When Christ his Lorcl hath come, 

In all the glory of his power, 
To waft nim to his home. 

3 Nature will mourn departing friends, 

And shake at death's alarms ; 
'Tis not " the voice that Jesus sends 
To call them to his arms." 

4 No ! 'tis a dark and cruel foe, 

Which has invaded earth ; 
And to distress, and fear, and woe 
Intense hath given birth. 

5 'Tis Satan's ally, sent abroad 

To execute his will ; 
Permitted by a righteous God, 
His purpose to fulfill. 

6 But Death, and he who hath its power, 

Shall be at last destroyed, 
And saints no more, O joyful hour ! 
Will be by them annoyed. 


Duke Street. 

L. M. 

1 Blest is the man that walketh not 

In counsel of the wicked race, 
Who standeth not in sinners' path, 
Nor sitteth in the scorners' place. 

2 But in Jehovah's perfect law, 

He ever findeth liis delight; 
And on that holy law of His 
He meditates both day and night. 

3 Like tree set by the water-brooks, 

His leaf, a leaf that cannot fall; 
In season due its fruit it yields, 
And all he doeth prosper shall. 

4 Not so the wicked : they shall be 

As chaff before the wind that flies ; 

And, therefore, in the judgment-day, 

Shall not these wicked ones arise. 

5 Not in the assembly of the just 

Shall the unrighteous stand at all ; 
For just men's way Jehovah knows; 
The way of sinners perish shall. 



L. M. 

1 Almighty Maker of my frame, 

Teach me the measure of my days ; 
Teach me to know how frail I am, 
And spend the remnant to thy praise. 

2 My days are shorter than a span ; 

A little point my life appears ; 
How frail, at best, is dying man ! 
How vain are all his hopes and fears. 




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4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 
There comes a holier calm, 
And Sharon waves, in solemn praise, 
Her silent groves of palm. 

5 " Glory to God! " the sounding skies 
Loud with their anthems ring — 
" Peace to the earth, good will to men," 
From heaven's eternal King. 





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And all the air shall feel their balm, — "Who sighed, that all our sighs might end, 

Till storm and curse no more are found, Who died, and death's long reign was o'er, 

And heaven breathes down a holy calm. Who lives — the sinner's lasting friend ! 

3 O precious, spotless Son of God, 5 And shall my crimes find pardon there? 

Who only breathed out love for man ; And will my sins forgiveness meet? 

Whose feet did consecrate earth's sod, And shall / see that face so fair, — 

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2 I find him lifting up my hpad, The counsel of hia grace in me 

He brings salvation near; He surely shall fulfil. 

His presence makes me free indeed, 4 Jegug T hang upon thy word ; 

And He will soon appear. ! steadfastly believe 

3 He wills that I should holy be! Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 

Who can withstand his will? And to thyself receive. 





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He seems the Lamb that had been slain, And wears his priesthood still. 

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O hristmas. C. M. p. 29. 


1 Thou art the "Way — to thee alone 

From sin and death we flee; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth — thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst inform the mind, 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life — the rending tomb 

Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm: 
And those who put their trust in thee* 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; 

Grant us that way to know, 
That truth to keep, that life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 





C. M. 

1 To us a child of hope is born, 

To us a Son is given : 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 

Him all the hosts of heaven. 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 

Him all the hosts of heaven. 

2 His name shall be the Prince of peace, 

Forever more adored ; 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 

The great and mighty Lord. 
The Wonderful, the" Counsellor, 

The great and mighty Lord. 

3 His power, increasing, still shall spread; 

His reign no end shall know; 
Justice shall guard his throne of love, 

And peace abound below, 
Justice shall guard his throne of love, 

And peace abound below. 

4 To us a child of hope is born ; 

To us a Son is given ; 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 

The mighty Lord of heaven. 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 

The mighty Lord of heaven. 



C. M. 

1 Come, happy souls ! approach your God 

With new, melodious songs; 

Come, render to almighty grace 

The tribute of your tongues. 

2 So strange, so boundless was the love, 

That pitied dying men, 
The Father sent his only Son 
To give them life again. 

3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not armed 

With a revenging rod; 
No hard commission to perform — 
The vengeance of a God : 

4 But all was mercy, all was mild, 

And wrath forsook the throne, 
When Christ on the kind errand came, 
And brought salvation down. 

5 Here, sinners, come and heal your wounds 

Come, wipe your sorrows dry ; 
Come, trust the mighty Saviour's name, 
And you shall never die. 


Rock ingham . 


L. M. 

1 Xot to condemn the sons of men, 

Did Christ, the Son of God, appear; 
Xo weapons in his hands are seen, 
No flaming sword, nor thunder there. 

2 Such was the pity of our God, 

He loved the race of man so well, 
He sent his Son to bear our load 
Of sins, and save our souls from hell. 

3 Sinners, believe the Saviour's word ; 

Trust in his mighty name, and rive ; 
A thousand joys his lips afford, 
His hands a thousand blessings give. 

18. Vernon. S. M. 

1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound! 

Harmonious to the ear! 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And ail the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 

To save rebellious man; 
And all the steps that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace led my roving feet 

To tread the heavenly road; 
And new supplies each hour I meet 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown, 

Through everlasting clays; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
Arid well deserves the praise. 


OH re's IS row. 


L. M. 

1 'Tis midnight — and on Olive's brow, 

The star is dimmed that lately shone; 
'Tis midnight — in the garden now, 
The suffring Saviour prays alone. 

2 'Tis midnight — and from all removed, 

Immanuel wrestles lone, with fears; 
E'en the disciple that he loved 
Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 

3 'Tis midnight — and for others' guilt 

The man of sorrows weeps in blood; 
Yet he that hath in anguish knelt, 
Is not forsaken by his God. 

4 'Tis midnight — and from ether plains, 

Is borne the song that angels know; 
Unheard by mortals aro the strains 
That sweetly soothe the Saviour's woe. 





L. M. 


1 He dies ! — the Friend of sinners dies ! 

Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! 
A solemn darkness veils the skies, 
A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 

2 Ye saints, approach! — the anguish view 

Of him who groaned beneath your load ; 
He gave his precious life for you, 
For you he shed his precious blood. 

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree ! 

The Lord of glory died for men! — 
But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! 
Jesus, the dead, reviv'd again! 

4 The Son of God forsakes the tomb ; 

Up to his Father's court he flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies ! 


Wateli. p. 92. 


1 Angels! roll the rock away! 
Death ! yield up thy mighty prey ! 
See ! <— he rises from the tomb, 
Rises with immortal bloom. 

2 'Tis the Saviour ! seraphs, raise 
Your triumphant shouts of praise ! 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Hear the joy-inspiring sound. 

3 Lift, ye saints — lift up your eyes! 
Now to glory see him rise ! 
Hosts of angels on the road 

Hail and sing th' incarnate Word. 

22. JtZigdol. L. M. 

1 The Christ, the Son of God, hath died ! 

In life, in death, our surety He ; 
"Within the tomb of rock He lay, 
And with Him in that grave were we. 

2 The Christ, the Son of God, now lives! 

Death could not hold Him in its power; 
He rose on the appointed morn, 
And we were with him in that hour. 

3 Our life is hid with Christ in God ; 

When He who is our life descends, 
That hidden life shall be unveiled, 
In beauty that all thought transcends. 
i And we shall see Him as He is, 

And we shall know as we are known ; 
His bride, His love, His undefiled, — 
The sharers of His endless throne. 

5 The day when He, the Son of God, 

Once more upon this earth appears, 
Shall be the last of time's dark course, 
The first of the eternal years. 

6 The day when He, the living One, 

In glory and in light shall come, 
From out the grave shall burst a song, 
And death-sealed lips no more be dumb. 

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1 Morning breaks upon the tomb, 
Jesus scatters all its gloom; 

Day of triumph through the skies, - 
See the glorious Saviour rise ! 

2 Ye who are of death afraid, 
Triumph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious cares away; 
See the place where Jesus lay ! 

3 Christian ! dry your flowing tears, 
Chase your unbelieving fears; 
Look on his deserted grave; 
Doubt no more his power to save. 



L. M. 

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, 

Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragged to the portals of the sky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay : — 
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 
Ye everlasting doors, give way ! " 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 

And wide unfold the ethereal scene : 
He claims those mansions as his right; 
Receive the King of glory in. 

4 Who is the King of glory — who? 

The Lord who all our foes o'ercame; 

Who sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew; 

And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay : — 
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates! 
Ye everlasting doors, give way! " 

6 Who is the King of glory — who? 

The Lord, of boundless power possessed ; 
The King of saints and angels, too, 
God over all, forever blessed. 



23. .lligtlal. L. M. 


1 He lives — the great Redeemer lives! — 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father, God, 

He pleads the merit of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 

And justice armed with frowns appears ; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face, 
Sweet mercy smiles — and'all is peace! 

3 Hence, then, ye black, despairing tho'ts- 
Above our fears— above our faults, 

His powerful intercessions rise ; 
And'guiit recedes — and terror dies. 

4 In every dark, distressful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart — 
That Jesus bears us on his heart. 

5 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
On thee our humble hopes depend; 
Our cause can never, never fail, 

For thou dost plead, and must prevail. 

25. Fountain. C. M. 

1 Thei 3 is a fountain filled with blood, 

Drawn from Immanuel's veins; 
And sinners plunged beneath that flood, 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day ; 
And there have I, though vile as he, 
Washed ail my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall" never lose its power, 
Till all the ransomed church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a sweeter, nobler song, 

I'll sing thy power to save, 
Yv hen this poor lisping, stam'ring tongue 
Is ransomed from the gra\|e. 

27. JTxbridgc. L. M. 


1 Jesus, no other name but thine, 
Is given by everlasting love, 
To lead our souls to joys divine; 
No other name will God approve. 

2 Here let my constant feet abide, 

Nor from the heavenly way depart ! 
Let thy good Spirit be my guide, 
Direct my steps — and rule my heart. 

3 In thee, my great almighty Friend, 

My safety dwells — and peace divine; 
On thee alone my hopes depend, 
For life, eternal life is thine. 


Ooulcl. p. 9. C. M. 

1 Life but in Christ, O, joyful theme ! 

The righteous never die ; 
Theirs is a sleep — the wicked dead 
Shall all forgotten lie. 

2 Our loved ones fall asleep in Christ ; 

And O, we miss them sore — 
The loving glance, the smiling face 
Will meet us here no more. 

3 But O, bright hope ! our Lord shall come, 

And bid the sleeping dust 
To Everlasting Life awake, 
In mansions of the just. 

4 Then may we sing that jovful strain, 

O, death where is thy sting? 
O, gloomy grave, thy victory where? 
Our Christ is Lord and King. 

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1 Xow to the Lord, who makes us know 

The wonders of his dying love, 
Be humble honors paid* below, 
And strains of nobler praise above. 

2 'Twas he that cleansed our foulest sins, 

And washed us in his richest blood ; 
'Tis he that makes us priests and kings, 
And brings us rebels near to God. 

3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, 

To Jesus, our superior King, 
Be everlasting power confess* d. 
And every tongue his glory sing. 

4 Behold! on flying clouds he comes, 

And every eye shall see him more; 
Though with our sins we pierced him once, 
Then he displays his pard'ning love. 

5 The unbelieving world shall wail, 

While we rejoice to see the day ; 
Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, 
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1 Hark ! a mighty swelling sound 
Filleth all the air around ; 
Voices shrill, and lifted high, 
Waft it upward to the sky T 
Higher yet the strains ascend, 
And with Angel's anthems blend; 
Heaven and earth repeat the strain : 
"Jesus comes, and comes to reign! " 

2 Sun, in solemn darkness veiled, 
Moon, whose midnight glory paled, 
Stars, in myriads falling fast, 

As the leaves 'mid Autumn's blast, — 

Roarings of the storm-waked sea, 

Kingdoms in perplexity, — 

All take up the rushing strain : 

" Jesus comes, and comes to reign ! " 

3 Deep with sin the world is stained ; 
Long the tyrant Death has reigned; 
Long the earth has groaned aloud; 
Long the church in sorrow bowed; 
Soon the absent Lord will come 
And reveal the Eden home; 

All creation wakes the strain : 

" Jesus comes, and comes to reign ! " 

4 Haste the day, and speed the hour, 
When with awful pomp and power, 
And with trumpets' rolling sound, 
Christ shall come, in glory crowned! 
Then shall Paradise appear, 

Then shall beauty bless and cheer; 
Voices ring o'er earth and main: 
Jesus now has come to reign. 


Mm He Cotning ? 

1 Hark! down through the starry portals, 

And over the distant main; 
Glad tidings are ringing and rolling, 
" The Bridegroom is coming again ! " 

2 There's a stir on the ramparts of Zion, 

There is boding in all the land, 
There is wailing among the nations, — 
Bespeaking His advent at hand. 

3 Through Europa's fifty old Kingdoms, 

And where Afric's hot sands burn, 
'Mid the realms of the high and the lowly, 
Men wait for His blest return. 

4 Where the rich bend over their coffers, 

Where the poor go sad to their task, 

Where humanity crushed, lies bleeding,— 
Is He coming : men, yearning, ask. 

5 Not long will the Dark One triumph, 

Not long will the martyrs sigh ; 
Till the Lord, on some glorious morning, 
Rides down through the op'ning sky. 

6 Not long will His chariot linger, 

Not long will the weepers wait, 
Ere, welcomed home to His Kingdom, 
They will pass through the golden gate ! 



L. M. 

1 The Saviour comes, his advent's nigh, 
He soon will rend the azure sky ; 
Descending swift to earth again, 
When God shall dwell indeed with men. 

2 O, happy day, when wars shall cease, 
And ransomed earth be filled with peace : 
When sin and death no more shall reign, 
And Eden bloom on earth again. 

3 Saints, lift your heads ; that day is near, 
When your Redeemer shall appear, 

To take the kingdom and the crown, 
And make his ransomed bride his own. 

4 Shall not his people sing for joy? 

Shall not the Church their songs employ? 
Sing, ye who will; sing while ye may, 
And shout for joy th' approaching day. 



L. M. 

1 The Lord will come ; the earth shall quake, 
The hills their fixed seat forsake ; 

And, withering, from the vault of night 
The stars withdraw their feeble light. 

2 The Lord will come, but not the same 
As once in lowly form he came; 

A silent Lamb to slaughter led, 

The biuised, the suffering, and the dead. 

3 The Lord will come, a dreadful form, 
With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, 
On cherub wings, and wings of wind, 
Anointed Judge of human kind. 

4 Can this be he who wont to stray 
A pilgrim on the world's highway, 

By power oppressed, and mocked by pride ? 
O God, is this the Crucified? 

5 While sinners in despair shall call, 

" Rocks, hide us ! Mountains, on us fall ! " 
The saints, ascending from the tomb, 
Shall joyful sing, " The Lord is come ! " 

Faith, and Love. 




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And though lonely my earthly lot be, 

There is health and rich treasures untold, 

To possess in the future for me. — Cho. 

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And a home that's eternal for me. — Clio. 

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S. M. 

1 Xot what these hands have done 

Can save this guiltv sop] ; 
Xot what this toiling flesh has home 
Car make my spirit whole. 

2 Thy work alone, O Christ, 

Can ease this weight of sin : 
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God, 
Can give me peace within. 

3 I bless the Christ of God; 

I rest on love divine; 
And with unfaltering lips and heart, 
I call this Saviour mine. 

4 His cross dispels each doubt; 

I bury in his tomb 
Each thought of unbelief and fear, 
Each lingering shade of gloom. 

5 My life with him is hid, 

My death has passed away, 
My clouds have melted into light, 
My midnight into day. 

39. SSoyteton. S. M. 

1 I hear the words of love, 

I gaze upon the blood, 
I see the mighty sacrifice, 
And I have peace with God. 

2 'Tis everlasting peace ! 

Sure as Jehovah's name, 
'Tis stable as his steadfast throne, 
For evermore the same. 

3 That which can shake the cross, 

May shake the peace it gave, 
Which tells me Christ has never died, 
Or never left the grave! 

4 Till then my peace is sure, 

It will not. cannot yield, 
Jesus, I know, has died, and lives — 
On this firm rock I build. 

5 And yonder is my peace, 

The grave of all my woes! 
I know the Son of God has come, 
I know he died and rose. 

6 1 know he liveth now, 

At God's right hand above, 
I know the throne on which he sits, 
I know his truth and love. 

4© If *ard. L. M. 

1 God is the refuge of his saints 

When storms of sharp distress invade; 
Ere we can offer our complaints, 
Behold him present with his aid. 

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 

Down to the deep, and buried there ; 
Convulsions shake the solid world, 
Our faith shall never yield to fear. 

3 There is a stream whose gentle flow 

Supplies the city of our God; 
Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 
And wat'ring our divine abode. 

4 That sacred stream, thy holy word, 

Our grief allays, our fear controls : 
Sweet peace thy promises afford, 
And give new strength to fainting souls. 

41 •Intern. L. M. 

1 Blest are the humble souls who see 
Their emptiness and poverty; 
Treasures of grace to them are given, 
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 

2 Blest are the men of broken heart, 
Who mourn for sin with inward smart; 
The blood of Christ divinely flows 

A healing balm for all their woes. 

3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar 
From rage and passion, noise and war; 
God wilf secure their happy state, 
And plead their cause against the great. 

4 Blest are the souls who thirst for grace, 
Hunger and long for righteousness: 
They shall be well supplied, and fed 
With living streams, and living bread. 

42 Wjee. L. M. 

1 I know that my Redeemer lives, 

He lives and on the earth shall stand ; 
And though to worms my flesh he gives, 
My dust lies numbered in his hand. 

2 In this reanimated clay 

I surely shall behold him near; 
Shall see him in the latter day 
In all his majesty appear. 

3 I feel what then shall raise me up; 

Th' eternal Spirit dwells in me; 
This is my confidence and hope, 
That God I face to face shall see. 

4 Mine own and not another's eyes, 

The King shall in his beauty view; 
I shall from him receive the prize, 
The starry crown to victors due. 


Faith and Love. 

43. JReacernt Rest. C. M. 

1 As Jesus died, and rose again 

Victorious from the dead ; 
So his disciples rise and reign 
With their triumphant Head. 

2 The time draws nigh, when from the clouds 

Christ shall with shouts descend; 

And the last trumpet's awful voice 

The heavens and earth shall rend. 

3 The saints of God, from death set free, 

With joy shall mount on high ; 
The heav'nly hosts, with praises loud, 
Shall meet them in the sky. 

4 Together to their Father's house 

With joyful hearts they go ; 
And dwell forever with the Lord, 
Beyond the reach of woe. 

44. Resurrection* C. M. Double. 
1 My faith shall triumph o'er the grave, 

And trample on the tombs ; 

My Jesus, my Redeemer lives, 

My God, my Saviour comes ; 

Ere long, I know he shall appear, 
In power and glory great, 

And death, the last of all his foes, 
Lie vanquished at his feet. 

2 Then though the worms my flesh devour, 

And make my form their prey, 
I know I shall arise with power, 

On the last judgment day. 
When God shall stand upon the earth, 

Him there mine eyes shall see, 
My flesh shall feel a second birth, 

And ever with him be. 

3 Then his own hand shall wipe the tears 

From every weeping eye, 
And pains and groans and griefs and fear3 

Shall cease eternally. 
How long, dear Saviour, O how long 

Shall this bright hour delay ? 
O hasten thy appearance, Lord, 

And bring the welcome day ! 

45. Hinton. lis. 

1 The night is far spent, and the day is at hand : 

Already the dawn may be seen in the sky ; 
Rejoice then, ye saints, 'tis your Lord's own command; 
Rejoice, for the coming of Jesus draws nigh. 

2 What a day will that be when the Saviour appears ! 

How welcome to those who have shared in his cross! 
A crown incorruptible then will be theirs, 
A rich compensation for suffring and loss. 

3 What is loss in this world when compared with that day, 

To the glory that then will from heaven be revealed? 
" The Saviour is coming," his people may say; 
" The Lord whom we looked for, our Sun and our Shield." 

4 O pardon us, Lord, that our love to thy name 

Is so faint, with so much our affections to move ! 
Our deadness should fill us with grief and with shame; 
So much to beloved, and so little our love. 

40. Heavenly Home. lis. 

1 My home is in Eden, my rest is not here, 

Then why should I murmur when trials are near? 
Be hushed, my dark spirit, soon Jesus will come, 
To shorten my journey and welcome me home. 

2 It is not for me to be seeking ray_ bliss ; 
And building my hopes in a region like this; 
I look for a city which hands have not pil'd, 
I pant for a country by sin undefiled. 

3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow; 
I would not recline upon roses below; 

I ask not my portion, I seek not a rest, 
Till I find them forever in Jesus' breast. 

Faith, and Love. 



Bremen. C. P. M. 

1 The night is spent — the morning ray 
Comes ushering in the glorious day, 

The promised time of rest; 

Hark! 'tis the trumpet, sounding clear, 
Its joyful notes burst on the ear, 
Proclaiming tidings blest. 

2 Ah ! see, the graves are opening now, 
The saints come forth, and every "brow 

Beams with a radiant joy ; 
To life immortal they arise, 
Inheritors of Paradise, 

Where death cannot destroy. 

3 Stupendous scene! those men of old, 
Prophets, who have the story told 

Of this transcendent day", 
The Patriarchs. Apostles too, 
Who lived and died with it in view, 

Collect in bright array. 

4 Xow " satisfied," for like their Lord, 
Whose promise shines within the word, 

His likeness they should wear: 
A glittering host, like stars on high, 
In glory and in majesty, 

Upon the earth appear ! 


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1 The glorious day is coming, 

The hour is rolling on, 
Its radiant light is beaming, 

Resplendent as the sun. 
In yon bright clouds of heaven 

The Saviour will appear, 
And gather all his chosen 

To meet him in the air. 

2 Then fire, from God descending, 

Shall sweep this wide earth o'er, 
And nations, loud lamenting, 

Shall sink to rise no more. 
Though tears with groan- are blended, 

Yet still in vain they cry; 
The day of hope is ended ; 

The sinner now must die. 

3 But saints shall be victorious, 

And joy to meet the Lord; 
An earth more bright and glorious 
Is promised in his word. 

Our God himself, there reigning, 
Shall wipe all tears away; 

Xo clouds or night remaining, 
But one eternal day. 

4 O Christian, wake from sleeping, 

And let your works abound ; 
Be watching, praying, weeping, 

For soon the tramp will sound! 
O, sinner, hear the warning, 

To Jesus quickly fly; 
Then you on that-blest morning, 

May meet him in the sky ! 


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1 "We have heard from the bright and the 
better land ; 
We have heard, and our hearts are glad; 
For we were a lonely pilgrim band, 

And weary, and worn, and sad. 
They tell us the pilgrims ever dwell there, 

No longer are homeless ones ; 
We know the goodly land is fair; 
Life's river of wat£r there runs. 

2 They say green fields are waving there, 

And they never a blight shall know; 
That desert wilds are blooming fair, 

And roses of Sharon grow; 
And lovely birds in bowers green, 

Their melody ever repeat ; 
Their warblings mingle in every scene, 

With harpings of Seraphs so sweet. 

3 We have heard of the robe, the palm, the 
And the silvery band in white; 
The city of gems in a high renown, 

Illum'in'd with heav'nly light ; 
The King is seen in his beauty fair, 
The joy and the light of the land; 
A little while, and we hope to bo there, 
To join with that glorious baud. 


Faitli and Love. 


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Woodland. C. M. 

1 It is the hour of Time's farewell, 
And soon with Jesus we shall dwell; 
The speeding moments hasten on, 
And quickly they will all be gone"! 

I'm going, I'm going— I'm on my journey 
home ; 
I'm traveling to a city just in sight ! 
Yes, I'm going, I'm going — I'm on my jour- 
ney home, 
I'm traveling to the New Jerusalem ! 

2 Then will the sleeping martyrs rise, 
To meet the Saviour in the skies ! 

No more will cry, " How long, O Lord! " 
But be avenged and have reward. 

3 Then will the sleeping saints come forth, 
Who lie entomb'd in sea and earth ; 
And, robed in immortality, 

Their Jesus face to face will see. 

4 The living saints — they too will be 
Remembered in the Jubilee ; 
Caught up together in the air, 

Their Saviour's triumph they will share. 

5 O, happy saints, whose burning light 
Illuminates departing night, 

Who go to meet the Bridegroom Lord, 
Securely trusting in his word. 


Sjee. L. M. 

1 I know that my Redeemer lives — 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
He lives — he lives! who once was dead, 
He lives, my everlasting head! 

2 He lives to bless me with his love, 
He lives to plead for me above ; 
He lives my hungry soul to feed, 
He lives to' help m time of need. 

3 He lives, and grants me daily breath, 
He lives, and I shall conquer death; 
He lives my mansion to prepare, 

He lives to bring me safely there. 

4 He lives ! — all glory to his name ! 
lie lives, my Saviour still the same; 
Plow great the joy this sentence gives, 
" I know that my Redeemer lives ! " 

1 I know that my Messiah lives — 

He ever lives for me ! 
A token of his love he gives, 
A pledge of liberty. 

2 He now is lifting up my head; 

He brings salvation near; 
From death he'll make me free indeed, 
For he will soon appear. 

3 Jesus, I hang upon thy word; 

I steadfastly believe 
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord, 
And to thyself receive. 


The Happy JLand, 

1 There is a world to come, 

Happy and pure ; 
That is the Christian's home, 

Long to endure. 
O, 'tis L a world of light! 

No more death, nor woe, nor.nigkt; 
Faith views it with delight, 

Knowing 'tis sure. 

2 There Christ will ever reign, 

All-glorious King ! 
There music's rapt'rous strain 

Ever will ring ; 
Saints, who in ages by 

Suffered and were called to die, 
There, in sweet harmony, 

Anthems will sing. 

3 There is our paradise, 

Eden restored ; 
All beauteous in their eyes, 

Who love the Lord ; 
Wastes that are now so drear, 

Like the rose shall blossom there, 
And be a garden fair: 

Thus saith the word. 

4 O, that bright world to come, 

Tongue cannot tell ! 
Thrice blessed is the home 

Where saints will dwells 
Turn, then, from sin away, 

And the word of God obey, 
Then at the last great day 

All will be well. 

Faith and Love. 


54. •Invern. L. M. 

1 Xo, not the love without the blood; 

That were to me no love at all ; 
It could not reach my siuful soul, 
Nor hush the fearsthat me appall. 

2 I need the love, I need the blood, 

I need the grace, the cross, the grave, 
I need the resurrection-power, 
A soul like mine to purge and save. 

3 The love I need is righteous love, 

Inscribed on the sin-bearing tree, 
Love that exacts the sinner's debt, 
Yet in exacting sets him free : 

4 The love that blotteth out each stain, 

That plucketh hence each deadly sting, 
That fills me with the peace of God, 
Unseals my lips and bids me sing; 

5 The love that quickens into zeal, 

That makes me self-denied and true, 
That leads me out of what is old; 
And brings me into what is new ; 

6 That purifies and cheers and calms, 

That knows no change and no decay; 
The love that loves for evermore, 
Celestial sunshine, endless day. 


1 "We're marching through a wilderness; 

Marching, marching; 
We're marching through a wilderness, 

Beset on every side ; 
"We are but a pilgrim band, 
Marching toward the promised land, 
Every foe we can withstand 

With Jesus for our guide. 


No fears disturb us as we go, 

Nor fill us with dismay ; 
For He is a pilkir of fire each night, 

A pillar of cloud each day. 

2 We're marching through a wilderness; 

Marching, marching; 
We're marching through a wilderness, 

In search of Canaan's land. 
Soon we'll reach that bii.-sful shore, 
Pilgrim days will soon be o'er, 
Then in Christ, for evermore, 

We'll be a happy band ! — Cho. 

3 We're marching through a wilderness: 

Marching, marching ; 
We're marching through a wilderness, 

Beset on every side. 
But the smitten reck will give 
Healing draught that we may live; 
He will all our sins forgive, 

And every grant provide. — Cno. 


I JLore Thee. 

P. M. 

1 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my 

Lord ! 
I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my 

I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost 

But how much I love thee I never can 


2 If ever I loved, sure I love thee, my Lord, 
I love thy dear people, thy ways and thy 

I love all my brethren, I love sinners, too, 
Since Jesus has died to redeem them to him. 

3 I'm happy, I'm happy, Oh, wondrous ac- 

count ! 
My joys are immortal— I stand on tho 

I hear of sweet Eden, and long to be there, 
With Jesus, my Saviour, the kingdom to 


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57. Tlie Sweetest Name. 

1 There is no name so sweet on earth, 

Xo name so sweet in heaven, 
The name before his wondrous birth, 
To Christ the Saviour given. 


We love to sing around our King, 

And hail him blessed Jesus ; 
For there's no word ear ever heard 

So dear, so sweet as Jesus. 

2 His human name they did proclaim, 

When Abram's son they called him; 
The name that still, by God's good will, 
Deliverer revealed him. 

3 And when he hung upon the tree, 

They wrote his name above him, 
That all might see the reason we 
For evermore must love him. 

4 So now upon his Father's throne, 

Al might v to relieve us 
From sin and death, he gladly reigns 
The Prince and Saviour Jesus. 


Faith, and Love. 


Hoist Every Sail. C. M. 

1 "What vessel are you sailing in ? 

Declare to us the same. 
Our vessel is the ark of God, 
And Christ our Captain's name. 


Then we'll hoist every sail, 

Each sailor ply his oar; 
The night begins to wear away, 

"We soon shall reach the shore. 

2 Pray, what's the port to which you sail? 

Declare tonis straightway. 

The New Jerusalem's our port, 

The realms of endless day. 

3 And are you not afraid some storm 

Your bark will overwhelm ? 
"We cannot fear, the Lord is near, 
Our Father's at the helm. 

4 Our compass is the sacred "Word, 

Our anchor, blooming hope; 
The love of God our main top-sail, 
And faith our cable rope. 

5 "We've looked astern, and many toils 

The Lord has brought us through : 
"We're looking now ahead, and lo! 
The " land " appears in view. 

6 The sun is up, the clouds are gone, 

The heavens above are clear; 

The city bright appears in si^ht, 

"We're getting round the pier. 

7 And when we all are landed safe 

On the celestial plain, 
Our song shall be, " Worthy's the Lamb 
For rebel sinners slain! " 


Happy Home. C. M. 

1 Jerusalem, my happy home, 

O, how I long for thee ! 
"When will my sorrows have an end ? 
Thy joys when shall I see? 

2 Thy walls are all of precious stones, 

Most glorious to behold; 
Thy gates are richly made of pearl, 
Thy streets are paved with gold. 

3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks 

My study long have been ; 
Such dazzling views by human sight 
Have never yet been seen. 

4 If such thy holy city, Lord, 

Why should we linger here ? — 

Still cleaving to this vile abode, 
Nor wish thee to appear? 

5 Lord, help us by thy mighty grace 

To keep in view the prize, 
Till thou dost come to take us home 
To that blest paradise. 

6 When we've been there ten thousand years, 

Bright shining as the sun, 
We've no less days to sing God's praise 
Than when we first begun. 

OO. Hebron. L. M. 

1 Yes, He will come though Pharisee 
And learned Doctors disagree; 
Though many wise and great oppose, 
And fearless rally with his foes. 

2 For it hath ever pleased the Lord, 
That such should stumble at his word; 
While babes and humble souls receive 
His spirit's teachings, and believe. 

3 Then fear not, He will surely come, 
And take his waiting servants home; 
But closer to the Scriptures cling, 
From which alone true light shall spring. 

4 The Bible! now what glories shine 
In its unvarnished truths divine; 

Tho' long in sackcloth shades concealed, 
Its mysteries are at length unsealed. 

5 And we rejoice with joy untold, 
To see its latest signs unfold; 

For now we " know the summer's near," 
And hail the glorious advent here. 

61. C. M. 

1 There is a safe and secret place 

Beneath the wings divine, 
Reserved for all the heirs of grace: 
Oh, be that refuge mine. 

2 The least and feeblest there may bide, 

Uninjured and unawed; 
While thousands fall on every side, 
He rests secure in God. 

3 He feeds in pastures large and fair, 

Of love and truth divine; 
O child of God, O glory's heir! 
How rich a lot is thine ! 

4 A hand almighty to defend, 

An ear for every call, 
An honored life, a peaceful end, 
Eternal life crowns all ! 

Hope and Joy. 



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1. 0! when the morn of morns shall come. The res - ur - reo - tion day, 

2. How true and great that world must be, How false, how lit - tie this, 

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4. Each morn is coming with its light, To chase each shade and ill. 

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4. A home for me ;tho' ourfriends are fled, To moulder and sleep with the si - lent 

5. A home for me when time is o'er,Whon grief and parting are known no 






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2 Of that pure and living fountain, 

Soon, if faithful, I shall taste, 
And that high and holy mountain, 

I shall seek with ntmost haste : 
There where living water's flowing, 

In the new Jerusalem ; 
There's the home to which I'm going, 

Trusting in the Saviour's name. 

3 If I would that home inherit, 

I must seek to overcome ; 
Purchased by a Saviour's merit, 
Thaukfui be to God's dear Son : 

Only through the precious Saviour, 

Is my hope of "heaven secure; 
I will pray and still endeavor, 

That my life shall all be pure. 
4 Blessed Saviour, O! come quickly! 

Thou in whom I put my trust ;" 
Then may I obtain the vict'ry, 

And be numbered with the" just. 
'Ti> for Thee I long have waited. — 

Thou wilt come, and that to save; 
To the meek and lowly-mind 

Life eternal Thou wilt give. 


Hope and Joy. 




S. C. Hancock. 

1. We pine and sigh for the age of love,For the land where hate shall die; 

2. Our home shall be where love's star sets not,But shines thro' the long, sweet years, 

3. For it cannot be that our fondest hopes Must bloom but to fade and die, 










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Where deathless friendship the heart may prove, And truth shall light each eye ; 
Where the pangs of parting are all forgot, All vanish'd life's bitterest tears. 

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Till heav'n bursts thro' her starry floors, And strews all her lights be - low ; 

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And the tho't ofill in that world so bright, Will never re - turn a - gain. 
And the worn and earth-weary find rest at last, With the King in the city of gold. 

For a morning will break o'er all the earth, That will know no set - ting sun. 

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When the shadows, wea - ry shad- ows From the world shall roll a - way. 

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1. I am waiting, er - or waiting, For a brighter, bet - ter day, 

2. All the prophets of past a- ges,Saw its brightness from a - far. 




3. Now the world is full of suffering, Sounds of woe fall on my ears, 




4. I am wait- ing, hop - ing, praying For Mes - si - ah's glorious reign, 
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'Waiting." Concluded. 

For a day of light and gladness, Such as earth has nev - er known, 
Now they sleep in those green valleys, Which in wea - ri - ness they trod, 

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2. Beau - ti - ful E - den, sor - row or care . . . Nev - er can 

3. Beau - ti - ful E - den, place of de - light,. . . Land of the 

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an - gels ce - les - tial and bright ; Here may the way - far - er 

gaze on the Saviour's dear face; There we shall gath- er in 

saddened by gloom, Longs to behold thee, thou gar- den of bloom! 

death can- not slay, Safe in the gar -den of promise are they. 

stay and take rest, Here in the heav - en - ly home of the blest, 

glad-ness a- bove, Roam- ing the realms of an E - den of love. 

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Beautiful Eden." Concluded. 


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Melody from the Freedmen. 

1. O shout for joy! let songs a - rise, 
Will come in glo - ry from the skies, 

2. The trum- petsounds,its aw - ful voice, 
And saints a- ris - ing now re-joice, 

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Will come in glo- ry from the skies, Up- on the earth to reign. 
The trumpet sounds, its aw- ful voice Is heard o'er land and sea, 
And saints a- ris- ing now re -joice, To live e - ter-nal-ly. 

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I Yes, they shall live for evermore, 
Secure from toil and pain ; 
And on that bright and happy shore, 
With their E,edeemer reign. — Cho. 

4 All hail that bright, eternal day, 
When David's rightful heir 
Shall take the throne and hold the sway, 
In glorious triumph there. — Cho. 

Glory to God in the highest. 

Tujtb. — " We'll Stand the Storm. ' 

1 Mortal 3 , awake, with angels join, 4 

And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love and gratitude combine 
To hail th' auspicious day. 

2 Wrapt in the silence of the night, 5 

Lay all the eastern world, 
When, bur-ting, glorious, heavenly light, 
The wondrous scene unfurled. 

3 Hark! the cherubic armies shout, ( 

And glory leads the song; 
Good-will and peace are heard throughout 
Th' harmonious heavenly throng. 

Ofor a glance of heavenly love, 

Our hearts and songs to raise ; 
Sweetly to bear our souls above, 

And mingle with their lays. 
With joy the chorus we'll repeat, 

Glory'to God on high! 
Good-will and peace are now complete, 

Jesus was born to die ! 
Hail ! Prince of life, forever hail ! 

Redeemer, brother, friend; 
Though earth and time and life should fail 

Thy praise shall never end. 


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2. Ech- o it, hilltops, proclaim it, ye plains, Je - sus 

3. Sound it,old ocean, in thy mighty wave, Je - sus 

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Tempests and whirlwinds, the anthem prolong, Jesus, &c. — Cho. 

5 Nations are angry, — by this we do know, Jesus is coming again! 
Knowledge increases ; men run to and fro, Jesus, &c. — Cho. 

6 Then, weeping ones, join in this glad refrain, Jesus, &c. 
Now list'ning angels re-echo the strain, Jesus, &c. — Cho. 

7 Lov'd ones now slumb'ring in death will awake, Jesus, &c. 
Then will our Saviour the prison-bands break, Jesus, &c. — Cho. 

8 Soon we will wing our glad flight through the air, Jesus, &c. 
Enter the kingdom, its glories to share, Jesus, &c. —Cho. 

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We'll shout the Jubilee ; 

And Zion's King be all in all, 

We'll shout the Jubilee. 

3 The captor then shall captive be, 

We'll shont the Jubilee: 
And Raehel'e children shall be free, 
We'll shout the Jubilee. 

4 O how the ransomed host will sing, 

And shout the Jubilee; 
O'er conquer'd grave, and death its king, 
We'll shout the victory. 

5 When earth's dread night of gloom is o'er, 

We'll shout the Jubilee; 
And thorns and thistles rise no more, 
We'll shout the Jubilee. 

6 When all in earth, and air. and >ky, 

Shall blend in symphony, 
And praise the Lord in harmony, 
We'll shout the Jubilee. 

7 O what a thrilling shout 'twill be — 

Eternal victory 
From sin and death, and Satan free, 
A glorious Jubilee. 


Hope and. Joy. 

73. Of ova closer walk with God. C. M. 

1 There's not a bright and beaming smile, 

Which in this world I see, 
But turns my heart to future joy, 

And whispers " heaven " to me. 
Though often here my soul is sad, 

And falls the silent tear, 
There is a world where all is glad, 

And sorrow dwells not there. 

2 I never clasp a friendly hand, 

In greeting, or farewell, 
But thoughts of an eternal home 

Within my bosom swell : 
A prayer to meet in heaven at last, 

Whore all the ransomed come, 
And where eternal ages still 

Shall find us all at home. 

74. Hendon. 

1 Jesus comes with all his grace, 
Comes to fill the earth with peace; 
Object of our glorious hope, 
Jesus comes to raise us up ! 

2 He hath our salvation wrought; 
He our precious souls hath bought; 
He hath reconciled to God ; 

He hath washed us in his blood. 

3 We shall gain our calling's prize; 
After Christ we all shall rise, 

Ml I'd with joy, and love, and peace, 
Perfected in holiness. 

4 Let us then rejoice in hope, 
Steadily to Christ look up; 
Trust to be redeemed by him, 
Wait, till he appear again. 

5 "Hasten, Lord, the advent day," 
Let thy every servant say ; 
Hasten to display thy power, 
liaise us up to die no more ! 


1 This groaning earth is too dark and drear 
For the saints' eternal home ; 
But the city from heaven will soon appear, 
And we know that the moment is drawing 
When she in her glory shall come. 
Her gates of pearl we soon shall see, 
And her music we soon shall hear; 
Joyous and bright our home shall be, 
And we'll walk in the shadow of Life's fair 
W T ith our Saviour for evermore. 

2 We'll gladly exchange a world like this, 

Where death triumphant reigns, 
For a beautiful home in that land of bliss, 
Where all is happiness, joy and peace, 

And nothing can enter that pains. 
There is no more sorrow and no more night, 

For the darkness shall flee away ; 
The crucified Lamb is its glorious light, 
And the saints shall walk with him iu white 

In that happy, eternal day. 

3 Oh, there the loved of earth shall meet, 

Whom death has sundered here; 
The prophets and patriarchs there we'll 

And all shall worship at Jesus' feet, 

No more separation to fear. 
Though trials and griefs await us here, 

The conflict will soon be o'er; 
This glorious hope our hearts doth cheer, 
For we know that the Saviour will soon 

And then we shall grieve no more. 



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1 How sweet the Christian's hope to me, 

While here I'm call'd to roam; 
It points me to a better land 
That I may call my home. 

2 This hope reminds me of the time 

When Jesus will appear; 
It gives me joy, it gives me peace, 
It drives away my fear. 

3 When darkness hovers o'er my path, 

And I no light can see, 
This hope sustains my drooping heart, 
And bids me joyful be. 

4 When friends that once I loved so well, 

Leave me alone to sigh, 
This hope bids me rejoice and sing, 
For my redemption's nigh. 

5 This hope — it purifies my heart, 

And turns my night to day ; 
It plants my feet upon the Rock, 
And keeps me in the way. 

G The day is near — O joyful thought, 
When I shall gain the prize; 
This hope will then be turned to sight 
Before my wondering eyes. 

Hope and Joy. 




C. M. 

1 How cheering is the Christian's hope, 

While toiling here below ! 
It buoys us up while passing thro' 
This wilderness of woe. 

2 It points us to a land of rest, 

Where saints with Christ will reign, 
Where we shall meet the loved of earth, 
And never part again. 

3 A land where sin can never come, 

Temptations ne'er annoy; 
Where happiness will ever dwell, 
And that without alloy. 

4 O how unlike the present world 

Will be the one to come ! 
Here, pain and sorrow, care and fear, 
Attend where'er we roam. 



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1 Thine oath and promise, mighty God, 

Recorded in thy word, 
Become our hope's foundation broad, 
And surety afford. 

2 Like Abraham, the friend of God, 

Thy faithfulness we prove; 
We tread in paths the fathers trod, 
Ble=t with thy light and love. 

3 Largely our consolation flows, 

While we expect the day 
That ends our griefs, and pains, and woes, 
And drives our fears away. 

4 Let floods of mighty vengeance roll, 

And compa.^ earth around; 
Let thunder sound from pole to pole, 
And earthquakes vast astound; 

5 Let nature all convulse and shake, 

And angry nations rage; 
Thy name our hiding-place we make; 
To save thou dost engage. 

TO. Shalt We Gather at the IZitcr? 

1 Shall we gather at the river, 

Where bright angel feet have trod, 

With its crystal tide forever 
Flowing by the throne of God? 

Yes, we'll gather at the river, 
The beautiful, the beautiful river; 
Gather with the saints at the river 
That flows by the throne of God. 

2 On the margin of the river, 

Washing up its silver spray, 

We will walk and worship ever, 

All the happy, golden day. 

3 Ere we reach the shining river, 

Lay we every burden down ; 
Grace our humble hearts deliver, 
And provide a robe and crown. 

4 At the smiling of the river, 

Mirror of the Saviour's face, 
Saints, whom death will never sever, 
Lift their songs of saving grace. 

5 Soon we'll reach the silver river, 

Soon our pilgrimage will cease ; 
Soon our happy hearts will quiver 
With the melody of peace. 

80. Mericlexi. p. 56. S. M. 

1 No slacker grows the fight, 
No feebler is the foe, 
No less Vhe need of armor tried, 
Of shield, and spear, and bow. 

Nor less we feel the blank 
Of earth's still absent King; 

Whose prespuce is of all our bliss 
The everlasting spring. 

3 Thus onward still we press, 
Thro' evil and thro' good, 
Thro' pain, and poverty, and want, 
Thro' peril and thro' blood. 

4 Still faithful to our God, 
And to our Captain true; 
We follow where he leads the way, 
The Kingdom in our view. 


Hope and Joy. 



C. M. 

1 Sweet rivers of redeeming love 

I see before me lie ; 
Had I the pinions of a dove, 
I'd to those rivers fly. 

2 I'd rise superior to my pain, 

With joy outstrip the wind, 
I'd cross bold Jordan's stormy main, 
And leave the world behind. 

3 A few more days, or months, at most, 

My troubles will be o'er; 
I hope to join the heavenly host 
On Canaan's happy shore. 

4 My rapturous soul shall drink and feast 

In love's unbounded sea; 
The glorious hope of endless rest 
Is ravishing to me. 

5 O, come, my Saviour, come away, 

And bear me to the sky ! 
Nor let thy chariot wheels delay; 
Make haste and bring it nigh. 

6 I long to see thy glorious face, 

And in thine image shine ; 
To triumph in victorious grace, 
And be forever thine. 



S. M. 

1 In expectation sweet, 

We'll wait, and sing, and pray, 
Till Christ's triumphal car we meet, 
And see an endless day. 

2 He comes, the Conq'ror comes; 

Death falls beneath his sword ; 
The joyful pris'ners burst the tombs, 
And rise to meet their Lord. 

3 The trumpet sounds, "Awake! 

Ye dead, to judgment come ! " 
The pillars of creation shake, 
While man receives his doom. 

4 Thrice happy morn for those 

Who love the ways of peace ! 
No night of sorrow e'er shall close, 
Or shade their perfect bliss. 



8s & 7s. 

1 This is not my place of resting ; 
Mine's a city yet to come; 

Onwards to it I am hasting, 
On to my eternal home. 

2 In it all is light and glory, 

O'er it shines a nightless day; 
Every trace of sin's sad story, 
All the curse has passed away. 

3 There the Lamb, our Shepherd, leads us 

By the streams of life along ; 

On the freshest pastures feeds us, 

Turns our sighing into song. 

4 Soon we pass this desert dreary, 

Soon we bid farewell to pain ; 
Nevermore be sad or weary, 
Never, never sin again. 



C. P. M. 

1 O glorious hope of heav'nly love ! 
It lifts me up to things above; 

It bears on eagle's wings ; 
It gives my ravished soul a taste, 
And makes me for some moments feast 
With Jesus, priests and kings, 
With Jesus, priests and kings. 

2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope, 

I stand, and from the mountain top 

See all the land below: 
Rivers of milk and honey rise, 
And all the fruits of Paradise 

In endless plenty grow, 

In endless plenty grow. 

3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
Favored with God's peculiar smile; 

With every blessing blest ; 
There dwells the Lord, our righteousness 
And keeps his own in perfect peace, 

And everlasting rest, 

And everlasting rest. 

4 O that I might at once go up ; 

No more omthis side Jordan stop, 

But now the land possess! 
This moment end my toilsome years 
Sorrows, and sins, and doubts, and fears — 

A howling wilderness ! 

A howling wilderness ! 

Hope and Joy. 


85. Forever with the JLord. 

S. M. Double. 

1 The church has waited long 

Her absent Lord to see ; 
And still in loneliness she waits; 

A friendless stranger she. 
Age after age has gone, 

Sun after sun has set, 
And still in weeds of widowhood 

She weeps, a mourner yet. 
Mourner yet, mourner yet, 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

2 Saint after saint on earth 

Has lived, and loved, and died; 
And as they left us one by one, 

We laid them side by side; 
Wo laid them down to sleep, 

"But not in hope forlorn; 
We laid them but to ripen there, 

Till the last glorious morn. 
Glorious morn, glorious morn, 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come! 

3 The serpent's brood increase, 

The powers of hell grow bold; 
The conflict thickens, faith is low, 

And love is waxing cold. 
How long, O Lord our God, 

Holy, and true, and good, 
Wilt thou not judge thy suffering church, 

Her sighs and tears and bloodV 
Tears and blood, tears and blood, 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

•i We long to hear Thy voice, 

To see Thee face to face, 
To share Thy crown and glory then, 

As now we share thy grace. 
Should not the loving tiride 

The absent bridegroom mourn ? 
Should she not wear the weeds of grief 

Until her Lord return ? 
Lord return, Lord return, 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come ! 

5 The whole creation groans, 

And waits to hear that voice, 
That shall restore her comeliness, 

And make her wastes rejoice. 
Come, Lord, and wipe away 

The curse, the sinTthe stain, 
And make this blighted world of ours 

Thine own fair world again. 
World again, world again, 

Come, then, Lord Jesus, come! 



L. M. 

1 In love, the Father's sinless child 

Sojourned at Nazareth for me; 
With sinners dwelt the undenled, 
The Holy One, in Galilee. 

2 Jesus, whom angel hosts adore, 

Became a man of griefs for me ; 
In love, though rich, becoming poor, 
That I through him enriched might be. 

3 Though Lord of all, above, below, 

He went to Olivet for me ; 
Thpre drank the cup of wrath and woe, 
When bleeding in Gethsemane. 

4 The ever-blessed Son of God 

Went up to Calvary for me ; 
There gave his blood, there bore the load, 
In his own body on the tree. 

5 Jesus, whose dwelling is the skies, 

Went down into the grave for me ; 
There overcame my enemies, 
There won the glorious victory. 

6 In love the whole dark path He trod, 

To consecrate a way for me : 
Each bitter footstep marked with blood, 
From Bethlehem to Calvary. 


1 Come nearer, nearer still, 

Let not thy light depart; 
Bend, break this stubborn will, 
Dissolve this iron heart. 

2 Less wayward let me be, 

More pliable and mild; 
In glad simplicity, 
More like a trustful child. 

3 Less, less of self each day, 

And more, my God, of thee; 
O keep me in the way, 
However rough it be. 

4 Less of the flesh each day, 

Less of the world and sin; 
More of thv Son, I pray, 
More of Thyself within. 

5 More moulded to Thy will, 

Lord, let Thy servant be, 
Higher and higher still, 
Liker and liker Thee. 


Hope and Joy. 

87« Jerusalem, C. M. 

1 Lo, what a glorious sight appears, 

To our believing eyes; 
The earth and seas have passed away, 
And the old rolling skies. 
Cho.— O, that will be joyful, 

When we meet to part no more. 

2 From the third heav'n, where God resides, 

That holy; happy place ; 
The New Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorned with shining grace. — Cho. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 

And the bright armies sing, 
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending King ! — Cho. 

4 " The God of glory down to men 

Removes his blest abode ; 
Men are the objects of his love, 
And he their gracious God. — Cho. 

5 " His own soft hand shall wipe the tears 

From every weeping eye ; 
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, 
And death itself shall die. — Cho. 

6 How bright the vision! O, how long 

Shall this glad hour delay? 
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
And bring the welcome day. — Cho. 


MSeautifut Zion. 

1 Beautiful Zion built above, 
Beautiful city that I love, 
Beautiful gates of pearly white, 
Beautiful temple — God its light ; 

He who was slain on Calvary, 
Opens those pearly gates to me. 

2 Beautiful heaven where all is light, 
Beautiful angels clothed in white, 
Beautiful strains that never tire, 
Beautiful harps through all the choir: 

There shall I join the chorus sweet, 
"Worshipping at the Saviour's feet. 

3 Beautiful crowns on every brow, 
Beautiful palms the conquerors show, 
Beautiful robes the ransomed wear, 
Beautiful all who enter there ; 

Thither I press with eager feet, 
There shall my rest be long and sweet. 

4 Beautiful throne of Christ our King, 
Beautiful songs the angels sing, 
Beautiful rest, all wand'rings cease, 
Beautiful home of perfect peace ; 

There shall my eyes the Saviour see, 
Haste to this heavenly home with me. 

89. Come •ttcay. 

1 O hail, happy day, that speaks our trials ended, 

Our Lord has come to take us home; O hail, happy day; 
No more by doubts or fears distressed, 
We now shall gain our promised rest, 
And be forever blest ; O hail, happy day. 

2 Swell loud the glad note, our bondage now is over; 
The Jubilee proclaims us free ; O hail, happy day ; 
The day that brings a sweet release, 

That crowns our Jesus Prince of Peace, 

And bids our sorrows cease ; O hail, happy day. 

3 O hail, happy day, that ends our tears and sorrows, 
That brings us joy without alloy, O hail, happy day ; 
There peace shall wave her sceptre high, 

And love's fair banner greet the eye, 
Proclaiming victory ; O hail, happy day. 

4 We hail thy bright beams, O morn of Zion's glory; 

Thy blessed light breaks on our sight, O hail, happy day; 

Fair Beulah's lields before us rise, 

And sweetly burst upon our eyes, 

The joys of Paradise; O hail, happy day. 

5 Thrice hail, happy day, when earth shall smile in gladness, 
And Eden bloom o'er nature's tomb, O hail, happy day. 
Where life's pellucid waters glide, 

Safe by the dear Redeemer's side, 
Forever we'll abide; O hail, happy day. 

Hope and Joy. 




1 joyful sound of gospel grace! 

Christ shall on earth appear; 
I, even I shall see his face ; 
Shall see him ever here. 

2 The glorious crown of righteousness 

To me reached out I view; 
Conqu'ror through him, I soon shall seize, 
And wear it as my due. 

3 The promised rest from Pisgah's top 

I now rejoice to see : 
My hope is full ! O glorious hope! 
Of immortality ! 


Happy J&ay. 

L. M. 

1 " A little while," our Lord shall come 
And we shall wander here no more, 
He'll take us to our Father's home 
Where he for us has gone before. 

Cho. — Happy day, happy day, 

When Jesus wash'd my sins away, 
He taught me how to watch and pray, 
And live rejoicing every day. 
Happy day, happy day, 
When Jesus washed my sins away. 

2 " A little while," he'll come again; 
Let us the precious hours redeem. 
Our only grief to give him pain ; 
Our joy to serve and follow him. 

3 " A little while," 'twill soon be past, 
Why should we shun the shame and cross ? 
O let us in his footsteps haste, 
Counting for him all else but loss ! 

4 "A little while," come, Saviour, come! 
For thee thy church has tarried long ! 
Take thy poor, wearied pilgrims home, 
To sing the new eternal song. 




1 How happy every child of grace, 

Who knows his sins forgiven. 
This earth, he cries, will be my place, 

]S o other place is given ; 
A country far from mortal sight; 

Yet, O, by faith I see 
The land of rest, the saint's delight — 

The earth restored for me. 

2 O what a blessed hope is ours, 

While waiting here we stay. 
We feel the resurrection powers, 

And antedate that day; 
We know the resurrection's near, 

Our life in Christ is sure, 
And with his glorious presence here, 

Our hopes would be secure. 

3 O would he now the trumpet blow! 

Then, like our Lord we'd rise, 
Our bodies fully ransomed, go 

To take the glorious prize ; 
On him, with rapture then, I'll gaze, 

Who bought the bliss for me, 
And shout and wonder at his grace, 

Through all eternity. 




1 Joyfully, joyfully onward I roam 
Bound for the land of the bright world to 
Angelic choristers welcome me on, [come, 
Joyfully, joyfully, haste to thy home. 
Soon shall I pass from this dark vale of woe, 
Home to the land of the righteous I'll go, 
Pilgrim and stranger no more shall I roam, 
Joyfully, joyfully ^resting at home. 

2 Friends fondly cherished now sleep in the 

But they'll awake when the last trump shall 
Singing to cheer me as upward I soar, 
Joyfully, meeting my Lord in the air. 

Sounds of sweet melody fall on the ear; 

Harps of the blessed, your voices I'll hear, 
Ringing with harmony heaven's high 
Joyfully, joyfully haste to my home, [dome, 

3 Death with his weapons of war has laid low 
Many a pilgrim who feared not the blow; 

Jesus has broken the bar- of the tomb; 

Joyfully, joyfully they will come home. 
Bright will the morn of eternity dawn, 
Death shall be banished, hissceptre begone; 

Joyfullv then, shall I witness his doom; 

Joyfully, joyfully, safely at home. 


Hope and Joy. 

94. IZcsiwrection •Homing. 

1 Glory to God! the night is almost o'er. 
And we'll shout hallelujah in the morning, 

Soon shall we meet on Eden's blissful shore,, 
And we'll shout hallelujah in the morning. 

Cho. — In the morning, in the morning, 

In the resurrection morning, 
Sweetly we'll sing the praises of our King, 

And we'll shout hallelujah in the morning. 

2 Jesus is coming, soon he'll rend the sky, 
And we'll shout &c, 

Lift up your heads, redemption draweth nigh, 
And we'll shout &c. — Cho. 

3 Soon we shall rest where living waters 
And we'll shout &c, [flow, 

Sickness and sorrow never more to know, 
And we'll shout &c. — Cho. 

4 Come, blessed Saviour, come, O quickly 

And we'll shout &c, [come, 

Take us, we pray, to glory's fadeless home, 
And we'll shout &c— Cho. 

95. JPhe Captive^ JLaiueut. C. M. 

1 On time's tempestuous ocean wide, 

A gallant ship set sail ; 
And out into the raging deep 

She stood before the gale; 
Well fitted to abide the storm, 

And angry waters' foam, 
And bring the captives that she bore, 

Unto her haven home. 

2 Long was to be her voyage — the time, 

Six thousand years almost — 
Ere she would make the highland height, 

Along the heavenly coast; 
Yet with her sails expanded wide, 

On, on she swiftly flew : 
Bearing with ardent hope and love, 

Her passengers and crew. 

8 Oft tempests have assailed her round, 
And stormy winds rose high ; 
And dark have been the mountain waves, 
That bore her to the sky; 

But o'er them all, with steady helm, 
She onward pressed her way; 

Her compass, true unto the pole, 
Guides her to endless day. 

4 Long, long she has been out, and now 

She nears her haven home; 
A beacon light hangs o'er her bow, 

And bids her thither come. 
And voices joyful oft are heard, 

And music swelling high; 
The land! the land! thp land ahead! 

With rapture now they cry. 

5 Now soon will she be safely moor'd, 

And anchored in the bay : 
And all her passengers on shore, 

Will keep a festal day : 
And long their songs of joy will rise, 

Beneath high heaven's dome — 
They've passed the stormy sea of time, 

They've reached their haven home. 



C. M. 

1 My soul is happy when I hear 

The Saviour is so nigh ; 

I long to see his sign appear 

Upon the op'ning sky. 

2 I love to wait, and watch, and pray, 

And trust his living word, 
And feel the coming of that day 
No longer is deferred. 

3 I do rejoice that life was given 

In these last days to me, 
That deathless I may rise to heaven, 
And my Redeemer see. 

4 Then, waiting brethren, let us sing ; 

He will not tarry long ; 
And fill with love the hours that bring 
The glory of our song. 

5 Yes, he will com°, no longer fear, 

Though earth and hell assail ; 
His Word attests the moment near, 
And that can never fail. 

Hope and Joy. 


97. 8s > 6s > « 8 j 6s - 

1 He is coming ; and the tidings 

Sweep through the willing air, 
With hope that ends forever 
Tune's ages of despair. 

2 Old earth from dreams and slumber 

"Wakes up and says, Amen; 
Land and ocean bid him welcome, 
Flood and forest join the strain. 

3 Yes, he, thy King is coming 

To end thy woes and wrongs, 
To give thee joy for mourning, 
To turn thy sighs to songs. 

98. .Intioch. C. M. 

1 Joy to the world ! the Lord will come! 

Let earth receive her King ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heav'n and nature sing. 

2 Joy to the world ! the Lord shall reign ! 

Let men their songs employ; 
While fields and flood*, rocks, hills, and 
Repeat the sounding joy. [plains, 

3 No more shall sin and sorrow grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
Far as the curse is found. 

4 He'll rule the world with truth and grace, 
And make the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness 
And wonders of his love. 



1 Star of our hope ! He'll soon appear! 

O, shout and sing hosanna! 
The last loud trumpet speaks him near ! 

Hosanna! sing hosanna! 
Cho.— Eternal life ! Eternal life ! 

We have it through our Saviour! 
Eternal life ! Eternal life ! 
O, come and live forever. 

2 Hail him, all saints, from pole to pole, 

And raise one loud hosanna ! 
How welcome to the faithful soul ! 
How worthy our hosanna ! 

3 Descending on his azure throne, 

While rings one grand hosanna, 
He claims the kingdoms as his own ; 
All nations shout hosanna ! 

4 The saints rejoice — they shout, they sing, 

With rapture chant hosannas ; 
And hail him their triumphant King ! 
Forever sing hosannas ! 


Wail to tlte Brightness* 

lis & 10s. 

1 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning ! 

Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain ! 
Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning ; 
Zion in triumph begins her mild reign. 

2 Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning, 

Long by the prophets of Israel foretold ; 
Hail to the millions from bondage returning ! 
Gentiles and Jews the blest vision behold. 

3 Lo, in the desert rich flowers are springing; 

Streams ever copious are gliding along ; 
Loud from the mountain-tops echoes are ringing; 
Wastes rise in verdure and mingle in song. 

4 See the d^ad risen from land and from ocean; 

Praise to Jehovah ascending on high: 
Fall'n are the engines of war and commotion, 
Shouts of salvation are rending the sky. 

54 Hope and Joy. 

lOl. Edinbiirg. lis. 

1 Glad tidings ! glad tidings ! the kingdom is near, 
Our glorious Deliv'rer will soon, soon appear; 

In clouds of bright glory, to our rescue he'll come, 
And angels will hail us to our heavenly home. 
Hallelujah, amen; hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen! 

2 Glad tidings ! glad tidings ! the kingdom is near, 
On the plains of fair Canaan we soon shall appear; 
With harps tun'd celestial, our rescue he'll come, 
And angels will hail us to our heavenly home. 

Hallelujah, amen ; hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen. 

3 Glad tidings! glad tidings! the kingdom is near, 
'Tis the voice of th' archangel, methinks, that I hear, 
Arousing the nations, awaking the dead 

From their cold, dusty pillows, where long they have laid. 
Hallelujah, amen; hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen. 

4 Glad tidings ! glad tidings ! the kingdom is near, 
Rejoice, then, ye pilgrims, your redemption is near; 
The promis'd possession we soon shall receive, 
And with Jesus in glory eternally live. 

Hallelujah, amen ; hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen. 

102. Heavenly Home. lis. 

1 My hope is in heaven— till Jesus appear, 

Then why should I mourn when trials are near? 

Be hushed, my sad spirit — the worst that can come 

But shortens thyjourney and hastens thee home. 

2 A pilgrim and stranger, I seek not my bliss, 

Nor lay up my treasures in regions like this ; 
I look for a mansion which hands have not piled,— 
I long for a city by sin undefiled. 

3 Though foes and afflictions my progress oppose, 

They only make heaven more sweet at the close; 
Come joy or come sorrow — the worst may befall 
One moment in glory makes up for them all. 

4 The thorn and the thistle, around me may grow, 

I would not repose me on roses below; 
I ask not my portion — I seek not my rest, 
Till seated with Jesus, I lean on his breast. 

5 No scrip for my journey— no staff in my hand, 

A pilgrim impatient I press to that land ; 
The path may be rugged, it cannot be long — 
With hope 111 beguile it, and cheer it with song. 

Hope and. Joy. 



P. M. 

1 In the Christian's home in glory, 

There remains a land of rest j 
And my Saviour will not tarry 

To fulfil my soul's request. 
There is rest for the weary, [Repeat.] 
There is rest for you ; 
On the other side of Jordan, 
In the sweet fields of Eden, 
Where the tree of life is blooming, 
There is rest for you. 

2 Jesus comes to plant a kingdom, 

That eternally shall stand, 

And nothing shall be transient 

In that holy, happy land. 

3 Pain or sickness ne'er shall enter, 

Grief nor woe my lot shall share; 
But in that celestial centre, 
I a crown of life shall wear. 

4 Death itself shall then be vanquished, 

And its sting shall be withdrawn, 
Shout for gladness, O, ye ransomed, 
Hail with joy the rising morn. 

6 Sing, O, sing, ye heirs of glory, 
Shout your triumph as you go, 
Zion's gates will open for you, 
You shall find an entrance through. 



8s & 7s. 

1 Weary pilgrim, why this sadness, 

Why, 'mid sorrow's scenes decline? 
The " trial strange " brings joy and glad- 
ness ; 
For ali things shall yet be thine; 
Oh ! yes, ail things shall yet be thine ! 

2 Earth anew, with robe of glory, 

Shall rejoice in hill and vale; 
And sweetest harpings tell the story 
Of the love that could not fail ! 
Oh : yes, the love that could not fail. 

3 Thou shalt range the fields of pleasure, 

Where jot's gushing songs arise; 
Thou shalt have all thy well-stored treasure 
In the new earth, Paradise! 
Yes, in the new earth Paradise. 

£ Weary pilgrim, leave thy sadness, 
To Mount Zion thou art come! 
Now swell thy songs of joy and gladness, 
And rejoice in thy blest home! 
Thine own, and Jesus' heavenly home. 




1 That is the city of the saints, 

Where we so soon shall stand, 
When we shall strike these desert tents, 
And quit this desert sand. 

2 Fair vision ! how thy distant gleam 

Brightens time's saddest hue ; 
Far fairer than the fairest dream, 
And yet so strangely true ! 

3 Thy light makes ev'n the darkest page 

In memory's scroll grow fair; 
Blanching the lines which tears and age 
Had only deepened there. 

4 With thee in view, how poor appear 

The world's most winning smiles; 
Tain is the tempter's subtlest snare, 
And vain hell's varied wiles. 

5 Then welcome toil, and care, and pain! 

And welcome sorrow too ! 

All toil is rest, all grief is gain, 

With such a prize in view. 

6 Come crown and throne, come robe and 

palm ! 
Burst forth glad streams of peace! 
Come, holy city of the Lamb! 
Rise, Sun of Righteousness ! 

106. Brattle Street, 


1 How oft the morn has cheated us, 

As with unsleeping eye 
We lay upon our silent couch, 
And watched the changing sky. 

2 'Tis thus, beguiled with fond desire, 

And sick with hope deferred, 
The watching Church, with eager ear, 
The well-known cry has heard :— 

3 Age after age, in love and faith, 

She has with longing eye, 
Been watching every streak of dawn 
In yon perplexing sky. 

4 The morn shall come ; nay, He himself, 

Brighter than morn's best ray, 
Shall come to bid the night depart, 
And bring at last the day. 

5 'Twas not in vain she kept the watch, 

When all around her slept; 
'Twas not in vain she waited thus, 
And loved, and longed, and wept. 

6 It dawns at last, the long-loved morn, 

It comes, the meeting-day, 
And in its joys shall be forgot 
The sorrow's of delay. 





Chas. C. BARKER. 




1. Come, Lord, and tar - ry not, Bring the long looked-for day; 

2. Come, for thy saints still wait ; Dai - ly as - cends their sigh ; 

3. Come, for ere - a - tion groans, Im - pa- tient of thy stay; 






Oh; why these years of waiting here, These a - ges of de-lay? 
The spir - it and the bride say, come,Dost thou not hear the cry? 







Worn out with these long years of ill, These a - ges of de- lay. 

4 Come, for thy foes are strong; 

With taunting lips they say, 
" Where is the promised advent now, 
And where the dreaded day? " 

5 Come, for the good are few; 

They lift the voice in vain, 
Faith waxes fainter on the earth, 
And love is on the wane. 

6 Come, for the truth is weak, 

And error pours abroad 
Its subtle poison o'er the earth,— 
An earth that hates her God. 

7 Come, for the grave is full, 

Earth's tombs no more can hold; 
The sated sepulchres rebel, 
And groans the heaving mould. 

8 Come, for the corn is ripe, 

Put in the sickle now, 
Reap the great harvest of the earth,- 
Sower and reaper thou ! 

9 Come and make all things new, 

Build up this ruined earth, 
Restore our faded Paradise, 
Creation's second birth. 






Chas. C. Barker. 


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1. I ask a per- feet creed; Oh, that to me were giv'n, 

2. Calm faith that grasps the word Of Him who can - not lie; 


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3. The one whole truth I • seek, 

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In this sad age of strife; 

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The teaching that leads none a-stray, The schol - ar - ship ofheav'n. 
That hears a - lone the voice di- vine,Tho' crowds are stand - ing by. 



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The truth of Him who is the Truth, And in whose truth is life. 

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Truth which contains true rest ; 

Which is the grave of doubt ; 
Which ends uncertainty and gloom, 

And casts the falsehood out. 

5 O True One, give me truth ! 
And let it quench in me 
The thirst of this long-craving heart, 
And set my spirit free. 






By permission of Biglow & Main, successors of Wm. B. Bradbury. 

Wm. B. Bradbury. 


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1. A few more suns shall set O'er these dark hills of time; 

2. A few more storms shall heat On this wild, rock - y shore ; 

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3. A few more strug - gles here, A few more part - ings o'er, 

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And we shall he where tempests cease, And sur- ges swell no more. 

A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more. 









4 'Tis hut a little while, 5 Then, my Lord, prepare 

And He shall come again, , My soul for that glad day ; 

Who died that we might live, who lives, O wash me in thy precious blood, 
That we with Him may reign. And take my sins away. 


Theme from S. N. Bobbins. 

Prayer. 59 


Ait. by L. Marshall. By permission. 

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1. Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, While these hot breezes blow, 

2. Calm me, my God. and keep me calm, Soft resting on thy breast, 

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Calm in the clos - et's sol - i - tude, Calm in the bust - ling street. 


4 Calm in the hours of buoyant health, 5 Calm in the sufferance of wrong, 
Calm in my hours of pain, Like him who bore my shame, 

Calm in my poverty or wealth, Calm 'mid the threatening, taunting 

Calm in my loss or gain. throng, 

Who hate thy holy name. 




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2. Let me go where none are wear- y, Where is raised no note of 

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woe; Let me go and bathe my spir - it In the rapture an -gels know. 


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1. I fly to Jesus whose I am; Receive a worn and weary lamb; 

2. Let thy sweet patience tame myheart,So prone to act the wil-ful part, 

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Hide me with-in thy shelt'ring fold, And give me love that grows not cold. 
Till to each crossing thing I say, " Thy will be done," be what it may. 

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4 Let all thy pains, fchy prayers, thy cries, 
Be set before my tearful eyes, 

Till I can suffer like my Lord, 
Nor utter a complaining word. 

5 And when thy saints, a conquering throng, 
Shall come with crowns, and palms, and song,. 
Then I, victorious o'er each foe, 

A life of sinless peace shall know. 




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1. Guide me, O thou great Je - ho-vah, Pilgrim thro' this barren land: 
Bread of hea- ven, Bread of heaven,Feeclme till I want no more. 


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2. O - pennow the costal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow, 
Strong De-liv'- rer, Strong Deliv'-rer ,Be thou still my stren gth and shield. 

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1. Come take a walk to Cal - va - ry, Cal- va - ry, Cal - va-rv 

2. Hark! hark! I hear his bit - ter groan, Bit - ter groan,bit- ter groan, 

1, E- gypt's land, E- gypt's land, 

3. When I was down in E - gypt's land, E- gypt's land, E- gypt's land, 




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And see the man who died for me ; Dear Lord,remem - ber 
While in the gar -den all a -lone; Dear Lord, &c. 


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* This beautiful melody came to our ears by the sweet voice of a colored sister, 
at an evening meeting, in July, 1867. We were on the Enfield. Ct. camp ground. 
Those who were present will never forget the impression it made. I now present 
it with an original harmony, and with the words then sung.— C. C. B. 



"Remember Me." Concluded. 

How can 

for -get thee? Dear Lord, re -niem-ber me. 

How can 

for -get thee? Dear Lord, re -mem-ber me. 





4 Ft was so dark I could not see, &c. 
Till Jesus brought the light to me; 
Dear Lord, remember me. — Cho. 

5 Soon God will say the work is done, &c. 
And give the kingdom to his Son, 
Dear Lord, remember me. — Cho. 

6 Soon Christ will call his saints to 7 The time the wise shall understand, &c. 

reign, &c. They say the day is just at hand; 

And they shall shout the glad amen ; Dear Lord, remember me. — Cho. 
Dear Lord, remember me. — Cho. 


S Ho fiii* 

C. M. 

1 I feel the breezes as they blow, 

Fierce on this mortal shore, 
And fear that death is coming nigh 
To enter through my door. 

2 Tain, sickness, anguish, mixed with 

Cause me to seek for aid; 
I cry to heaven — the answer comes, 
" My child, be not afraid ! " B 

3 I know unless the Conqueror comes, 

And gives eternal life, 
A few short years and I must fall 
In this sad mortal strife. « 

4 I feel the breezes as they blow 

From yon celestial hills, 

And O, the healing balm they bring 
My soul with health it fills. 

All pain and sickness flee away, 
And there's no death to fear, 

I know, says faith, there's perfect 
And lasting pleasure here. 

Bless'd are the souls that reach this land 

Where sorrow is unknown ; 
Peace like a river fills the earth, 

And glory from the throne. 

Come, mortal, with me to that land 

So bright, so goodly, fair; 
Here all is sadness, care and toil, 

But rest and joy are there. 









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1. Help me, my God, to speak True words to Thee each day; 



2. Thy words are true to me, Let mine to Thee be true; 


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Real let my voice be when I praise, And trustful when I pray. 









The speech of my whole heart and soul,How - ev - er low and few. 


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3 True words of grief for sin, 
Of longing to be free, 
Of groaning for deliverance 
And likeness, Lord, to Thee, 

4 True words of faith and hope, 
Of godly joy and grief; 
Lord, I believe, oh, hear my cry, 
Help Thou mine unbelief. 




Olrristmas. p. 29. C It 

1 Lord, give me light to do thy work, 
For only, Lord, from Thee 
Can come the light by which these eyes 
The way of work can see. 
i In plainest things I daily err, 
When walking in the light 
The wisdom of this world affords, 
However fair and bright. 

3 The way is narrow, often dark, 

With lights and shadows strewn; 
I wander oft, and think it Thine, 
When walking in my own. 

4 Oh ! send me light to do thy work ! 

More light, more wisdom, give! 
Then shall I work thy work indeed, 
While on Thine earth I live. 

5 So shall success be mine, in spite 

Of feebleness in me ; 
Beyond all disappointment, then, 
And failure I shall be. 

118. •JZissiostary Chant. L. M. 

1 Spirit of everlasting grate, 

Infinite source of life, come down ; 
These tombs unlock, these dead upraise, 
Thy glorious power and love make known. 

2 Breathe o'er this valley of the dead, 

Send forth thy quickening might abroad, 
Till, rising from their tombs, they spread, 
In full array,— the host of God. 

3 Thy heritage lies desolate, 

And all thy pleasant places mourn ; 
O look upon our low estate, 
In loving kindness, Lord, return. 

4 Now let thy glory be revealed, 

Now let thy presence with us rest ; 
O heal us, and we shall be healed! 
O bless us, and we shall be blest ! 




1 When fainting in the sultry waste, 

And parched with thirst extreme, 
The weary pilgrim longs to taste 
The cool, refreshing stream. 

2 So longs the weary, fainting mind, 

Oppressed with sins and woes, 
Some soul-reviving spring to find, 
Whence heavenly comfort flows. 

3 O may I thirst for thee, my God, 

With ardent, strong desire ; 
And still, through all this desert road, 
To taste thy grace aspire. 

4 Then shall my prayer to thee ascend, 

A grateful sacrifice ; 
My mourning voice thou wilt attend, 
And grant me full supplies. 

120. Chelmsford. C. M. 

1 O, for a heart to praise my God ; 

A heart from sin set free ; 
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood 
So freely shed for me : 

2 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true, and clean, 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From Him who dwells within ; 

3 A heart in every thought renewed, 

And filled with love divine ; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good— 
A copy, Lord, of thine. 

4 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart ; 

Come quickly from above ; 
Write thy new name upon my heart— 
Thy new best name of love. 

121. O for a Closer IJ'alk. C. M. 

1 O, for a faith that will not shrink, 

Though pressed by many a foe; 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of poverty or woe ; 

2 That will not murmur or complain 

Beneath the chast'ning rod; 
But in the hour of grief or pain, 
Can lean upon its God ; 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 

When tempests rage without ; 
That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt ; 

4 That bears unmoved the world's dread 

frown ; 
Nor heeds its scornful smile ; 
That sin's wild ocean cannot drown, 
Nor its soft arts beguile; 

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way, 

By truth restrained and led, 
And with a pure and heavenly ray, 
Lights up a dying bed. 

6 Lord, give me such a faith as this, 

And then, whate'er mav come, 
I'll taste e'en here the hallowed bliss 
Of an eternal home. 






1 Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame, 

The fire of love supplies ; 
While that which often bears the name 
Is self in a disguise. 

2 True zeal is merciful and mild, 

Can pity and forbear ; 
The false is headstrong, fierce, and wild, 
And breathes revenge and war. 

3 Self may its poor reward obtain, 

And be applauded here ; 
But zeal the best applause will gain, 
When Jesus shall appear. 

4 O Lord, the idol self dethrone, 

And from our hearts remove ; 
And let no zeal by us be shown 
But that which springs from love. 

123. Sweet Hour of M*rayer* L. M. 

1 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer, 
That calls me from a world of care, 

And bids me at my father's Throne, 
Make all my wants and wishes known. 

2 In seasons of distress and grief, 
My heart has often found relief, 
And oft escaped the tempter's snare, 
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer. 

3 Sweet hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! 
Thy wings shall my petition bear 

To him whose truth and faithfulness 
Engage the waiting heart to bless. 

4 And since he bids me seek his face, 
Believe his word, and trust his grace, 
I'll cast on him my every care, 

And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer. 



L. M. 

1 Soon may the last glad song arise, 

Through all the millions of the skies- 
That song of triumph which records 
That all the earth is now the Lord's ! 

2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be 

Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! 
And over land, and stream, and main, 
Now wave the sceptre of thy reign ! 

3 Oh let that glorious anthem swell; 

Let host to host the triumph tell- 
That not one rebel heart remains, 
But over all the Saviour reigns. 


Come and JReign* 

1 Come and reign— come and reign, 

Jesus, on thy throne ; 
And oh ! it fills my heart with joy 
To know we're almost home. 

2 Here I drop the falling tear 

As Pilgrim-like I roam, 
An exile from my Father's house, 
But soon he'll call me home. 

3 Here amid life's changing scenes 

My cup of grief runs o'er; 
But there I'll share unmingled bliss 
On Canaan's happy shore. 

4 Here I grieve the friends I love, 

And they in turn grieve me ; 
But, O my Father, grant me grace, 
That I may not grieve thee. 
6 Here disease invades our frames, 
We wither, droop, and die ; 
But there eternal youth shall bloom, 
And bright shall beam each eye. 
6 Here we meet and part again, 
As 'round and 'round we roam ; 
But there we'll meet and part no more, 
And sweetly rest at Home . 

126. God Speed the Truth. 8s & 4s. 

1 Now to heaven our prayers ascending, 

God speed the truth ! 
In a noble cause contending, 

God speed the truth ! 
Be our zeal in heaven recorded, 
In the better land rewarded, 
God speed the truth ! God speed the truth ! 

2 Be that prayer again repeated, 

God. speed the truth ! 
Ne'er despairing, ne'er defeated, 

God speed the truth ! 
With the good in sacred story, 
We shall reign in fadeless glory, 
God speed the truth ! God speed the truth ! 

3 Patient, firm, and persevering, 

God speed the truth ! 
Ne'er th' event nor danger fearing, 

God speed the truth ! 
Pains, nor toils, nor trials heeding, 
And in heaven's own time succeeding, 
God speed the truth ! God speed the truth ! 

4 Still our onward course pursuing, 

God speed the truth ! 
Every foe at length subduing, 

God speed the truth ! 
Truth, thy cause, whate'er delay it, 
There's no power on earth can stay it, 
God speed the truth ! God speed the truth ! 



12 7. JLoyd's Prayer. CM. 

1 Our Father who in heaven art, 

Hallowed be thy name; 
Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, 

In heav'n and earth the same. 
Come my Saviour, O my Saviour, 
Come and bless thy people now; 
While at thy feet we humbly bow, 
O come and save us now. 
Then will we sing our sufferings o'er, 
And praise thee evermore; 
Then will we sing our sufferings o'er, 
And praise thee evermore. 

2 Give us this day our daily bread; 

Our trespasses forgive ; 
As we forgive our fellow-men, 
May we thy grace receive. 

Come, my Saviour, &c. 

3 And in temptation leave us not; 

From evil us defend ; 
For thine, O Lord, the kingdom is, 
Forever, without end. 

Come, my Saviour, &c. 

4 Thine is the power, O Lord, to bring 

The kingdom down to men; 
Thine is the glory evermore, 
And kingdom without end. 
Come, my Saviour, &c. 
6 In that glad day shall all thy saints, 
A joyful tribute bring, 
Of praise and pow'r, of joy and song, 
To their exalted king. 

Come, my Saviour, &c. 

128. Oh I Come to Hei^n t P. M. 

1 Mark that pilgrim lowly, bending, 
At the shrine of prayer ascending, 
Praise and sighs together blending 

From his lips in mournful strain; 
Glowing with sincere contrition, 
And with childlike, blest submission, 
Ever riseth this petition : — 

"Jesus, come— oh come to reign." 

2 Li-t again ; — the low earth sigheth 
And the blood of martyrs crieth 
From its bosom, where there lieth 

Millions upon millions slain : — 
" Lord, how long, ere thy word given, 
All the wicked shall be driven 
From the earth by bolts of heaven? 

Je^us, come— oh come to reign." 

3 Kingdoms now are reeling, falling, 
Nations lie in woe appalling, 

On their sages vainly calling 
All these wonders to explain ; 

While the slain around are lying, 

God's own little flock are sighing, 

And in secret places crying, 
"Jesus, come— oh come to reign." 

4 Here the wicked lived securely, 
Of to-morrow boasting surely, 

While from those who're walking purely, 

They extort dishonest gain ; 
Yea, the meek are burdened, driven: 
Want and care to them are given, 
But they lift the cry to heaven, 

" Jesus, come — oh come to reign." 

5 Christian, cheer thee— land is nearing, 
Still be hopeful — nothing fearing; 
Soon, in majesty appearing, 

You'll behold the Lamb once slain; 
Oh how joyful then to hear him, 
While ail nations shall revere him, 
Saying to his flock who fear him, 

" I nave come — on earth to reign." 

129. Speed. Away. 

1 Speed away, speed away, 

On thine errand of light, 
The news of the kingdom 

Being almost in sight. 
It quickens our hope, 

And we ardently pray — 
O come, blessed Saviour, 

Xo longer delay. 
O, roll quickly onward 

Ye slow hours of day. 
Cho. — Speed away, speed away, speed away. 

2 Speed away, speed away, 

Ye heralds of light ; 
Go forth in His power, 

And strength of his might. 
O tell the glad tidings, 

To all his dear saints, 
That Jesus is coming 

To end their complaints. 
O pray for his kingdom, 

And make no delay. 

3 Speed away, speed away, 

Old time, on thy course ; 
While we are rejoicing, 

The promise rehearse ; 
For great are the blessings 

Which we shall receive 
Of glory and honor 

Ii we but believe. 
Speed ye on, then, thou sun, 

Stay not on the plain. 

4 Speed away then, ye saints, 

Speed ye" on in your flight, 
And think not to rest on 

The dark plains of night. 
But press for yon glory 

That's shining for thee. 
Where Christ is inviting 

His saints to be free. 
Speed away, do not tarry, 

There's death if ye Btay, 
Speed away, speed away, speed away. 





L. M. 

1 Eternal power ! whose high abode 

Becomes the grandeur of a G od ; 
In vain the tallest angel tries 
To reach the height with wond'ring eyes. 

2 Earth, from afar, has heard thy fame, 

And worms have learn'd to lisp thy name, 
But oh, the glories of thy mind 
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind. 

3 God is in heaven, but man below: 

Be short our tunes, our words be few: 
A sacred rev'rence checks our songs, 
And praise sits silent on our tongues. 



L. M. 

1 When will the happy trump proclaim 

The j udgment of the martyr'd Lamb? 
"When shall the captive troops be free, 
And keep th' eternal jubilee? 

2 Hasten it, Lord, in ev'ry land, — 

Send thou thine angels, and command: 
" Go sound deliv'rance — loudly blow 
" Salvation to the saints below!" 

3 We long to have the day appear, 

The promised, great Sabbatic year; 

When, far from grief, and sin, and hell, 

Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 

4 Till then, we will not let thee rest — 

Thou still shalt hear our strong request ; 
And this our daily pray'r shall be, 
Lord, sound the trump of jubilee. 




1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 

Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 

Ye ransomed from the fall, 
Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall : 
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 Let every kindred, every tribe, 
On this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

133. Forever with the Eiord. S. M. D. 

1 " Forever with the Lord!" 
Amen, so let it be; 

Life for the dead is in that word, 

'Tis immortality; 
Here 'neath the cross I'm bent, 
And absent from him roam ; 
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent 

A day's march nearer home. 

2 My Father's house on high, 
Home of the blest, how near 

At times, to faith's aspiring eye, 
Thy golden gates appear! 

Ah, then my spirit faints, 

To reach the land I love ; 

The bright inheritance of saints, 
The city from above. 

3 Yet doubts still intervene, 
And all my comfort flies ; 
Like Noah's dove, I flit between 

Rough seas and stormy skies. 
Anon the clouds depart, 
The winds and waters cease ; 
While sweetly o'er my gladden'd heart 

Expands the bow of peace. 

134. JLaban. S. M. 

1 I love thy church, O God! 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

2 For her my tears shall fall ; 

For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

3 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways, 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

4 Jesus, thou Friend divine, 

Our Saviour and our King, 
Thy hand from every snare and foe 
Shall great deliv'rance bring. 



135. Shirland. S. M. 

1 Behold the morning sun 

Begins his glorious way ; 
His beams thro' all the nations run, 
And life and light convey. 

2 But where the gospel comes, 

It spreads diviner light, 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs, 
And gives the blind their sight. 

3 How perfect is thy word ! 

And all thy judgments just ! 
Forever sure thy promise, Lord, 
And we securely trust. 

4 Our gracious God, how plain 

Are thy directions giv'n! 
Oh ! may we never read in vain, 
But find the path to heav'n. 



St. Thomas. 


1 With willing hearts we tread 

The path the Saviour trod; 
We love th' example of our Head, 
The glorious Lamb of God. 

2 On thee, on thee alone, 

Our hope and faith rely, 
O thou who didst for sin atone, 
Who didst for sinners die ! 

3 We trust thy sacrifice : 

To thy dear cross we flee ; 

O, may we die to sin, and rise 

To life and bliss in thee ! 



C. P. M. 

1 O, could we speak the matchless worth, 
O, could we sound the glories forth, 

Which in our Saviour shine ! 
We'd soar and touch the heav'nly strings, 
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings, 

In notes almost divine. In notes, &c. 

2 We'd sing the characters he bears, 
And all the forms of love he wears, 

Exalted on his throne; 
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, 
We would to everlasting days, 

Make all his glories known. Make, &c. 

3 O, the delightful day will come, 

When Christ our Lord will bring us home, 

And we shall see his face! 
Then, with our Saviour, Brother, Friend, 
A blest eternity we'll spend, 

Triumphant in his grace. Triumphant &c, 



C. P. M. 

1 How happy are the little flock, 

Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock, 

In all commotions rest; 
When war's and tumult's waves run high, 
Unmoved above the storm they lie, 

And lodge in Jesus' breast. 

2 Such happiness, O Lord, have we, 
By mercy gathered into thee 

Before the floods descend; 
And while the bursting cloud comes down, 
We mark the vengeful day begun, 

And calmly wait the end. 

3 The plague, the dearth, and din of war, 
Our Saviour's swift approach declare, 

And bid our hearts arise ; 
Earth's basis shook confirms our hope ; 
Its cities' fall but lifts us up 

To meet thee in the skies. 



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1 What a friend we have in Jesus, 

All our sins and griefs to bear; 
What a privilege to carry 

Every thing to God in prayer. 
O, what peace we often forfeit, 

O what needless pains we bear, 
All because we do not carry 

Every thing to God in prayer. 

2 Have we trials and temptations ? 

Is there trouble anywhere? 
We should never be discouraged, 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
Can we find a friend so faithful, 

Who will all our sorrows share? 
Jesus knows our every weakness, 

Take it to the Lordin prayer. 

3 Are we weak and heavy laden, 

Cumbered with a load of care ? 
Precious Saviour, still our refuge! 

Take it to the Lord in prayer. 
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? 

Take it to the Lord in prayer, 
In his arms he'll take and shield thee, 

Thou wilt find a solace there. 





1 Praise to him, by whose kind favor, 
Heav'nly truth has reached our ears! 
May its sweet, reviving savor 
fill our hearts and calm our fears. 

2 Truth! how sacred is the treasure! 
Teach us, Lord, its worth to know ; 
Vain the hope, and short the pleasure, 
"Which from other sources flow. 

3 What of truth we have been hearing, 
Fix, O God, in ev'ry heart; 
In the day of thy appearing 
May we share thy people's part. 

141. Worthy is the M^amb. 

1 Worthy, worthy is the Lamb, 
Worthy, worthy is the Lamb, 
Worthy, worthy is the Lamb 
That was slain. 

Cno. — Glory, hallelujah, 

Praise him, hallelujah, 
Glory, hallelujah 
To the Lamb. 

2 Sons of morning, sing his praise, 
In the noblest strains you raise, 
Man's redemption claims your lays, 
Praise the Lamb.— Cho. 

3 See, in sad Gethsemane, 
See, on tragic Calvary, 
Sinner, see his love to thee, 

Praise the Lamb. — Cho. 

4 Penitents, dry up your tears, 
God hath heard believing prayers, 
He forgives you when he hears 
His dear Lamb.— Cho. 

6 Thus may we each moment feel, 
Love him, serve him, praise him still, 
Till we all on Zion's hill 

See the Lamb.— Cho. 



s, 7s, & 7s. 

1 Hark! ten thousand harps and voices 

Sound the notes of praise above ! 
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices: 

Jesus reigns the Lord of love: 
See, he sits on yonder throne; 
Jesus rules the world alone. 
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, amen. 

2 Jesus, hail ! whose glory brightens 

All above and gives it worth ; 
Lord of life, thy smile enlightens 

Cheers and charms thy saints on earth; 
When we think of love like thine, 
Lord, we own it love divine. 

Hallelujah, &c. 

3 King of glory, reign forever, 

Thine an everlasting crown ; 
Nothing from thy love shall sever 

Those whom thou shalt call thine own; 
Happy objects of thy grace, 
Destined to behold thy face. 

Hallelujah, &c. 

4 Saviour, hasten thine appearing; 

Bring, O bring the glorious day, 
When, the awful summons hearing, 

Heaven and earth shall pass away; 
Then with golden harps we'll sing, 
" Glory, glory to our King." 

Hallelujah, &c. 



C. M. 

1 Majestic sweetness sits enthroned 

Upon the Saviour's broAv; 
His head with radiant glories crown'd, 
His lips with grace o'erflow. 

2 No mortal can with him compare 

Among the sons of men ; 
Fairer is he than all the fair 
Who till the heavenly train. 

3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, 

And flew to my relief; 
For me he bore the shameful cross, 
And carried all my grief. 

4 Since from his bounty I receive 

Such proofs of love divine; 
Had I a thousand hearts to give, 
Lord, they should all be thine. 



144. Woodstock, L. M. 

1 When I survey the wondrous cross 

On which the Prince of priory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride. 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 

Save in the death of Christ, my Lord, 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to his blood. 

3 See from his head— his hands — his feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled clown! 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 

That were a present far too small ; 
Love so amazing — so divine, 
Demands my soul — my life — my all. 

145. •tBinboy. 7s. 

1 To the name of God on high, 

God of might and majesty, 
God of heaven, and earth, and sea, 
Blessing, praise, and glory be. 

2 To the name of Christ the Lord, 

Son of God, incarnate Word, 
Christ for whom all things were made, 
Be an endless honor paid. 

3 To the Holy Spirit be 

Equal praise eternally, 
With the Father and the Son, 
One in name, in glory one. 

4 Glorious is our God the Lord, 

Praises, then, with one accord 
To his holy name be given, 
By the sons of earth and heaven. 



L. M. 

1 Praises to Him who built the hills ; 

Praises to him the streams who fills ; 
Praises to him who lights each star 
That sparkles in the blue afar. 

2 Praises to Him whose love has given. 

In Christ his Son, the Life of heaven; 
Who for our darkness gives us light, 
And turns to day our deepest night. 

3 Praises to Him, in grace who came, 

To bear our woe, and sin, and shame; 
Who lived to die, who died to rise, 
The God-accepted sacrifice. 

4 Praises to Him the chain who broke, 

Opened the prison, burst the yoke, 
Sent forth its captives, glad and free, 
Heirs of an endless liberty. 

5 Praises to Him who sheds abroad 

Within our hearts the love of God; 
The Spirit of all truth and peace, 
Fountain of joy and holiness ! 


JLand of XZest, 


1 All that I was— my sin, my guilt, 

My death, was all my own ; 
All that I am, I owe to thee, 
My gracious God alone. 

2 The evil of my former state 

Was mine and only mine ; 
The good in which I now rejoice 
Is thine and only thine. 

3 The darkness of my former state, 

The bondage, all was mine; 
The light of life in which I walk, 
The liberty is thine. 

4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin, 

It taught me to believe ; 
Then, in believing, peace I found, 
And now I live, I live. 

5 All that I am, even here on earth, 

All that I hope to be, 
When Jesus comes and glory dawns, 
I owe it, Lord, to thee. 

148. Missionary Hymn* L. Sf. 

1 Nature, with all her powers, shall sing 

Her great Creator and her King ; 
Nor air, nor earth, nor skies, nor seas, 
Deny the tribute of their praise. 

2 Ye seraphs, who sit near his throne, 

Begin to make his glories known ; 
Tune high your harps,and spread the sound 
Throughout creation's utmost bound. 

3 O, may our ardent zeal employ 

Our loftiest thoughts and loudest songs! 
Lot there be sung, with warmest joy, 

Eosanna from ten thousand tongues. 
-1 Yet. mighty God, our feeble frame 

Attempts in vain to roach thy name; 
The highest notes that angels raise 

Fall far below thy glorious praise. 




Jesus my Trust. 

1 Jesus, thou art still my Saviour; 

I will trust thee day by day : 
It shall be my great endeavor 

E'er to walk in thine own way; 
Though the path may all be darkness, 

And the way seem lone and drear, 
Still in Thee U joy and gladness, 

I will neither doubt nor fear. 

2 Still my aim shall be to serve thee, 

I my cross for thee will bear, 
Thou hast promised to be with me, 

Thou wilt every burden share. 
Soon earth's trials will be over, 

Soon the day of rest will come; 
Then I hope to dwell forever 

In a happy, peaceful home. 

3 Yes. behold ! the light is dawning ; 

Soon the clouds will pass away; 
Joyfully I hail the morning 

Of that bright, eternal day. 
Then around the throne in glory, 

Everlasting praise I'll sing ; 
Thanks to him who gave the vict'ry, 

Glory to my God and King. 




" Hinder me not." 

1 In all my Lord's appointed ways 

My journey I'll pursue; 
"Hinder me not," ye much-loved saints, 
For I must go with you. 

2 Through floods, and flames, if Jesus lead, 

I'll follow where he goes; 
" Hinder me not," shall be my cry, 
Though earth and hell oppose. 

3 Through duties, and through trials, too, 

I'll go at his command : 
" Hinder me not," for I am bound 
To my Immanuel's land. 


Urattle Si, • C. M. Double. 

1 I want a principle within, 

Of jealous, godly fear; 
A sensibility to sin, 

A pain to feel it near. 
I want the first approach to feel 

Of pride, or fond desire ; 
To catch the wandering of my will, 

And quench the kindling fire. 

2 From thee, that I no more may part, 

No more thy goodness grieve, 
The filial awe, the fleshly heart, 

The tender conscience give. 
Quick as the apple of the eye, 

O God, my conscience make; 
Awake, my soul, when sin is nigh, 

And keep it still awake. 

3 If to the right or left I stray, 

That moment, Lord, reprove ; 
And let me grieve my life away, 

For having grieved thy love. 
O! may the least omission pain. 

My well-instructed soul, 
And drive me to the blood again, 

Which makes the wounded whole. 



7, 6, & I 

Vain, delusive world, adieu, 
With all of creature good; 
Only Jesus I pursue, 

Who bought me with his blood! 
All thy pleasures I forego, 
I trample on thy wealth and pride. 
Only Jesus will I know, 
And Jesus crucified. 

2 Other knowledge I disdain, 

'Tis all but vanity ; 
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 

He tasted death for me ! 
Me to save from guilt and woe, 

The sin-atoniug victim died. 

3 Him to know is life and peace, 
And pleasure without end; 
This is all my happiness, 

On Jesus to depend; 
Daily in his grace to grow, 
And ever in his faith abide. 

4 Oh ! that I could all invite 
This saving truth to prove: 
Show the length, and breadth, and hight, 

And depth of Jesus' love. 
Fain I would to sinners show 
The precious blood by faith applied. 




II opt . 

1 Thy way, not mine, Lord, 

However dark it be ! 
Lead me by thine own hand, 
Choose o'ut the path for me. 

2 I dare not choose my lot : 

I would not if I might ; 
Choose thou for me, my God, 
So shall I walk aright. 

3 The kingdom that I seek 

Is thine ; so let the way 
That leads to it be thine, 
Else I must surely stray. 

4 Choose thou for me my friends, 

My sickness or my health ; 
Choose thou my cafes- for me, 
My poverty or wealth. 

5 ^ot mine, nor mine the choice, 

In things or great or small ; 
Be thou my guide, my strength, 
My wisdom and my all. 


Mei'icLerL. p. 56. S. M. 

1 Not to ourselves again, 

Not to the flesh we live; 
Not to the world henceforth shall we 
Our strength, our being give. 

2 The time past of our lives, 

Sufficeth to have wrought 
The fleshly will, which only ill 
Has to us ever brought. 

3 No longer is our life 

A thing unused or vain ; 
To us, even here, to live is Christ, 
For us to die is gain. 

4 When he who is our life 

Appears, to take the throne, 
We too shall be revealed, and shine 
In glory like His own. 

5 Shine as the sun shall we 

In the bright kingdom then; 
Our sky without a cloud or mist, 
Ourselves without a stain. 

6 Like Him we then shall be 

Transformed and glorified; 
For we shall see Him as he is, 
And in his light abide. 




1 To have, each day, the thing I wish, 

Lord, that seems best to me; 

But not to have the thing I wish, 

Lord, that seems best to thee. 

2 'Tis hard to say without a sigh, 

Lord, let thy will be done; 
'Tis hard to say, My will is thine, 
And thine is mine alone. 

3 Most truly then thy will is done, 

When mine, O Lord, is crossed ; 
'Tis good to see my plans o'erthrown, 
My ways in thine all lost. 

4 Whate'er thy purpose be, O Lord, 

In things or great, or small, 

Let each minutest part be done, 

That thou may'st still be all. 

5 In all the little things of life, 

Thyself, Lord, may I see; 

In little, and in great alike, 

Reveal thy love to me. 

6 So shall my undivided life 

To thee, my God, be given ; 

And all this earthly course below 

Be one dear path to heaven. 



S. M. 

1 Thou must deny thyself, 

And take up now" thy cross; 
Choosing the narrow gate and way, 
Counting all gain but loss. 

2 Watch and be sober still, 

Ye who have known the way; 
Not sons of midnight or of gloom, 
But of the light and day. 

3 >To truce with vanity, 

Or this world's idle show; 
Lust of the flesh and eye, or pride 
Of life thou must not know. 

4 Dead to the world then be, 

In gayety and pride; 
To its vain pomp and beauty be 
For ever crucified ! 

5 Him whom ye love it smote, — 

The Christ that died for you: 
Love not the world that hated Him, 
The world thy Lord that slew. 

G Bright is the world to come, 
It will you well repay : 
So shall ye be true sons of God, 
And children of the day. 

76 Consecration. 

157. P. M. 10s, lis, 

1 O tell me no more of this world's vain store, 

The time for such trifles with me now is o'er; 
A country I've found, where true joys abound, 

To dwell I'm determined on that happy ground. 

2 The souls that believe, in paradise live, 

And me in that number will Jesus receive ; 
My soul, don't delay— he calls thee away, 
Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day. 

3 No mortal doth know what he can bestow, 

What light, strength, and comfort— go after him, go; 
Lo, onward I move to a city above, 
None guesses how wondrous my journey will prove. 

4 Great spoils I shall win, from death, hell, and. sin, 

'Midst outward afflictions shall feel Christ within ; 
And when I'm to rise, receive me, I'll cry; 
For Jesus hath loved me, I cannot tell why. 

5 But this I do find, we two are so joined, 

He'll not live in glory and leave me behind : 
So this is the race I'm running, through grace, 
Henceforth— till admitted to see my Lord's face. 

6 And now I'm in care my neighbors may share 

These blessings : to seek them will none of you dare ? 
In bondage, O why, and death will you lie, 
When one here assures you free grace is so nigh ? 

15S. lis & 10s. 

1 To Thee, to Thee alone, Lord, would I hearken, 

In this strange age of crude philosophy. 
The skies are clouding, and the shadows darken ; 
It is not night, and yet it is not day. 

2 They boast that all the wisdom is with them; 

They are the thinkers, we the credulous ; 
They have the mind, and can think out all truth ; 
We dream and dote upon the fabulous. 

3 God's revelation is a word of hate ; 

It speaks of fetters to the human mind. 
It says, Believe because thy God hath spoken ; 
And thus in chains the intellect would bind. 

4 Think on, think on, then; but the day draws nigh 

Which shall put all your vanities to shame; 

Think on, but know, that there is one who will 

To think, as well as you, put in His claim. 

6 His thoughts are not as yours, nor are his ways 

As your ways,— dubious, changeful, dark, unsure; 
His are the thoughts, eternal, infinite; 
Thoughts like Himself, unchanging, true, and pure. 

6 For this is life eternal, Him to know, 

And Jesus Christ His Son whom He hath sent ; 
And this is light, to walk in His dear love, 
Light brighter than the noon-bright firmament. 




„ u, Allegretto. 



Lord Mobhihgtow. 


1. Far down the a - ges now. Her jour- ney well nigh done 4 , 

2. The sto - ry of the past Comes up be - fore her view; 

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3. 'Tis the same sto - ry still, Of 

sin and wea- ri - ness, 

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The pilgrim Church pursues her way, In haste to reach the crown. 
How well it seems to suit her still; Old, and yet ev - er new. 


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Of grace and love still flow- ingdown,To par - don and to bless. 

4 No wider is the gate, 

No broader is the way, 
No smoother is the ancient path, 
That leads to light and day. 

5 No lighter is the load, 

Beneath whose weight we cry, 
No tamer grows the rebel flesh, 
Nor less our enemy. 

6 Xo sweeter is the cup, 

Nor less our lot of ill ; 
'Twas tribulation ages since, 
5 Tis tribulation still. 

7 'Tis the old sorrow still, 

The briar and the thorn ; 
And 'tis the same old solace yet, 
The hope of coming morn. 





1. On - ly waiting till the dawning Is a lit- tie brighter grown, 

2. On - ly waiting till the an - gels Op -en wide the mys-tic gate, 

3. On - ly waiting till the dawning rs a lit - tie brighter grown, 



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On - ly waiting till the shadows Of the world's dark night are flown ; 
At whose por-tals I have lingered Wear- y, poor, and des -o-late. 



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Ev -en now I hear their footsteps And their voic - es far a - way; 

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I have watch'dthro' tears and darkness For the blessed light to rise. 





"Only Waiting." Concluded. 

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Till the morn a- gain is breaking Thro' the twilight soft and gray. 
If they call me, I am wait - ing, On-ly wait- ing to o - bey. 

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Wait I now the sweet- voic'd- amnions, As its glo - ry fills the skies. 


Palms of Victory. 

1 I've seen some way-worn travelers, 

Fo r t \v e 1 1 1 y years or more, 
Who left this world their Lord to see, 

And gain bright Canaan's shore. 
I've marked them scattered far and 
wide — 

An humble, praying flock; 
They seem'd above the world and pride, 

To stand on Christ, the rock. 
Palms of victory — crowns of glory — 

Palms of victory they shall wear. 

2 I met them in the tented grove — 

Oh ! happy werethose hours; 
Their hearts pulsating with God's love, 

ah the shady bowers. 
I saw them when the time passed by- 
Faith held them 'mid the shock ; 
Their strength was in their Lord on 
They stood upon the rock. 

S I've watched them now o'er twenty 
Hard trials some have bore, 

I've heard them weep, and seen their 

As sorrow's cup ran o'er. 
'Twas Time that severed many a tie, 

Time made proud scoffers mock, 
And Time now shows deliverance near 

To those on Christ, the rock. 

4 Good Daniel cried. How long, O Lord, 

Ere all these wonders end? 
The answer's written in God's word: 

"The wise shall understand." 
That sacred promise Cud will keep, 

And all the saints will raise; [sleep, 
Th trump of God shall break their 

At the ending of the days. 

5 Then, clad in raiment pure and white, 

All palms of victory b 
And crowns of glory, dazzling bright, 
The bride of Christ shall w 

Long as the throne of Christ shall stand, 
Kedeemed from sin and pain, 

Inheritors of Canaan's land, 
With the Messiah reign. 




Chas. C. Barker. 

1. One by one the hopes we cherish'djn the hap - py long a - go, 

2. One by one they have de-part- ed,Thosewelovd in oth-er years, 

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3, But we have a hope irn- mor-tal,One that will not, can - not die. 







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Like a bright day-dream have perish'd,From our pathway here be -low. 
'Till a - lone and broken - hearted, We have nothing left but tears ; 

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That when Je - sus comes to rescue, From the great, white throne onhigh. 

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One by one theirlightsgrowdimmerAs the stars at break of day, 
One by one they fad- ed from us,Like the flow'rs at autumn time, 

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One by one, they all will meet us, Meet 
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" Cherished. Hopes." Concluded. 




'Till the gen- tie. gold - en glimmer Of the last hope died a -way. 
'Till the last bright bud of promise Withered ere it reach* d its prime. 

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And with loud Ho- san - nas greet us, On the ev- er - last - ing shore. 

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1G3. We're Tenting to-night. 

1 We are tenting to-night on the old camp-ground, 

Singing our hymns of cheer ; 
And waiting ones are gath'ring 'round, 
And friends we love so dear. 

Chorus. — Many dear saints are weary to-night, 

As round the earth they roam ; 
Many are the hearts looking for the right, 

Wishing the Lord to come. 
Tenting to-night, tenting to-night — 

Tenting on the camp-meeting ground; 
Tenting to-night, tenting to-night — 

Tenting on the camp-meeting ground. 

2 We're thinking to-night of the white-robed band, 

Who'll meet Him in the sky ; 
And live and reign in the better land, — 
'Tis coming by and by. 

3 Shout! brothers, shout on the old camp-ground, 

Press toward the Eden bowers; 
Soon with the Lamb on the sea of glass, 
Victory will be ours. 

4 We'll fight for our King on the old camp-ground, 

Rally, brothers, and pray; 
The pure in heart will have the crown, 
And reign in endless day. 

5 We're tenting to-night on the old camp-ground, 

Singing our hymns of cheer ; 
And waiting ones are. gath'ring 'round, 
And friends we love so dear. 






1. Oppress'dwithnoon-day'sscorchingheat, To yon- der cross I flee; 

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2. Beneath that cross clear waters burst, A fountain sparkling, free* 










Be-neathits shel-tertake my seat, No shade like this for me. 







And there I quench my des - ert thirst, No spring like this forme 

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3 A stranger here, I pitch my tent 4 For burdened ones a resting-place, 

Beneath this spreading tree ; Beside that cross I see ; 

Here shall my pilgrim life be spent ; Here I cast off my weariness; 

No home like this for me ! No rest like this for me » 

Experience. 83 

16"). •Ire we almost there? P. M. 

1 " Are we almost there? are we almost there?" 

Says the weary saint, as he sighs for home ; 
" Are those the verdant trees that r^ar 
Their stately forms 'mid heaven's bright dome?" 

2 Then he talks of the flowers, the unsullied stream 

That flows through the paradise of God ; 
And he longs to wake from life's troubled dream 
To walk those golden streets abroad. 

3 His eye is fixed on the world to come, 

He walks by faith through this vale of care, 
And oft inquires, as he draws near home, 
With anxious heart, " Are we almost there ?" 

4 They bid him look at the charms of earth; 

At the boasted trophies man doth rear, 
To enter the giddy halls of mirth — 
But ah ! how vain do they all appear ! 

5 For he's had an earnest of those joys 

Which the righteous alone can ever share ; 
He turns with contempt from these earthly toys, 
And fervently asks— " Are we almost tliere ?" 

6 He is waiting to hear the trumpet sound, 

And to meet his Saviour in the air; 
The day-star dawns — soon with joyous bound, 
He can say indeed—" We are almost there ! " 

166. J long to he there, lis, 

1 In the midst of temptation, and sorrow, and strife, 

And evils unnumbered, of this bitter life, 
I look to a blessed earth, free from all care ; 
The kingdom of Jesus, and long to be there. 

2 When poverty presses, and foes do surround, 

And clouds "of thick darkness do hover around, 
The pathway to glory which Christ did prepare, 
I look for his coming, and long to be there. 

3 When the wicked are scoffing, — because I believe 

The Saviour is coming, my pains to relieve, — • 
I weep for their folly, and bow in deep prayer, 
For Christ's coming kingdom, and loug to be there. 

4 I long to be there! and the thought that 'tis near 

Makes me almost impatient for Christ to appear, 
And fit up that dwelling of glories so rare, 
The earth rob'd in beauty, I long to be there ! 



107. Irr. M. 

1 One sweetly solemn thought, 

Comes to me o'er and oW — 
I'm nearer my home to-day, 
Than I ever have been before. 

2 Nearer my Father's house, 

Where the many mansions be ; 
Nearer the great white throne; 
Nearer the crystal sea; — 

3 Nearer the bound of life, 

Where we lay our burdens down ; 
Nearer leaving the cross; 
Nearer gaining the crown. 


L. M. 


Hiding Place. 

1 Hail, sov'reign love, that first began 
The scheme to rescue fallen man ! 
Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace, 
That gave my soul a hiding place. 

2 Against the God that rules the sky, 
I fought with hands uplifted high ; 
Despised the offers of his grace, 
Too proud to seek a hiding place. 

3 Enwrapped in dark, Egyptian night, 
And fond of darkness more than light, 
Madly I ran the sinful race, 

Secure without a hiding place. 

4 But thus the eternal counsel ran : 

" Almighty love ! arrest the man:" 
I felt the arrows of distress, 
And found I had no hiding place. 

5 Vindictive justice stood in view; 
To Sinai's fiery mount I flew; 

But justice cried with frowning face; 
" Tb/is mountain is no hiding place." 

6 But lo ! a heavenly voice I heard — 
And mercy's angel soon appear'd; 
Who led me on a pleasing pace, 
To Jesus Christ, my hiding place. 



L. M. 

1 Lord, how secure«md blest are they 

Who feel the joys of pardoned sin: 
Tho' storms of wrath shake earth and sea, 
Their minds have holy peace within. 

2 The day glides swiftly o'er their heads, 

Made up of innocence and love; 
And soft and silent as the shades, 
Their nightly minutes gently move. 

3 Quick as their tho'ts, their joys come on, 

But fly not half so swift away; 
Their souls are ever bright as noon, 
And calm as summer evenings be. 

4 They scorn to seek for golden toys, 

But spend the .day, and share the night 
In numbering o'er the richer joys 
That God prepares for their delight. 



L. M. 

1 Great God, attend while Zion sings 
The joy that from thy presence springs; 
To spend one day with thee on earth, 
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 

2 Might I enjoy the meanest place 
Within thy house, O God of grace, 
Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power, 
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. 

3 God is our sun— he makes our day; 
God is our shield— he guards our way 
From all th' assaults of hell and sin ; 
From foes without and foes within. 

4 All needful grace will God bestow, 
And crown that grace with glory, too; 
He gives us all things, and withholds 
No real good from upright souls. 

171. The Shining Shore* 8s & 7s. 

1 My days are gliding swiftly by, 

And I, a pilgrim stranger, 
Would not detain them as they fly, 
Those hours of toil and danger. 
For oh ! we stand on Jordan's strand, 

And soon we'll all pass over, 
And just before the shining shore 
We may almost discover. 

2 We'll gird our loins, my brethren dear, 

Our distant home discerning; 
Our absent Lord has left us word. — 
Let every lamp be burning. 

3 Should coming days be cold and dark, 

We need not cease our singing ; 

That perfect rest nought can molest, 

Where golden harps are ringing, 

4 Let sorrow's rudest tempest blow, 

Each cord on earth to sever, 
Our King says, Come, and there's our home, 
Forever, oh ! forever. 



172. Here is no Rest. 10s, 6s & 7s. 

1 Here o'er the earth, as a stranger I roam, 

Here is no rest, here is no rest; 
Here as a pilgrim, I wander alone, 

Yet I am blest, I am blest ; 
For I look forward to that glorious day, 
When sin and sorrow shall vanish away; 
My heart doth leap while I hear Jesus say, 

There, there is rest, there is rest. 

2 Here fierce temptations beset me around, 

Here is no rest, here is no rest ; 
Here I am griev'd while my foes me sur- 

Yet I am blest, I am blest ; 
Let them revile me, and scoff at my name, 
Laugh at my weeping, endeavor to shame, 
I will go forward, for this is my theme, 

There, there is rest, there is rest. 

3 Here are afflictions and trials severe; 

Here is no rest, here is no rest ; 
Here I must part with the friends I hold 

Yet I am blest, I am blest ; 
Sweet is the promise I read in his word, 
Blessed are they who have died in the Lord. 
They shall be called to receive their reward, 

There, there is rest, there is rest. 

4 This world of care3 is a wilderness state, 

Here is no rest, here is no rest ; 
Here I must bear from the world all its 

Yet I am blest, I am blest ; 
Soou shall I be from the wicked released, 
Soon shall the weary forever be blest, 
Soon shall I lean upon Jesus'sbreast, 

There, there is rest, there is rest. 


I'm a Traveller, 

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1 I'm a lonely trav'ler here, 

Weary," opprest, 
But my journey's end is near, 

Soon I shall rest. 
Dark and drpary is the way, 

Toiling I've come; 
Ask me not with you to stay, 

Yonder's my home. 

2 I'm a weary trav'ler here, 

I must go on ; 
For my journey's end is near — 

I most be gone. 
Brighter joya than earth can give, 

Win me away; 
Pleasures that forever live — 

I cannot stay. 

3 I'm a trav'ler to a land 

Where all is fair ; 
Where is seen no broken band — 

All, all are there; 
Where no tear shall ever fall, 

Nor heart be sad ; 
Where the glory is for all, 

And all are glad. 

4 I'm a trav'ler, and I go 

Where all is fair; 
Farewell all I've loved below— 

I must be there. 
Worldly honors, hopes, and gain, 

All I resign ; 
Welcome sorrow, grief, and pain, 

If heav'n be mine. 



8, 5, 7, 4. 

1 I have sought round the verdant earth 

For unfading joy; 
I have tried every source of mirth, 

But all, all will cloy; 
Lord, bestow on me 
Grace to set the spirit free, 
Thine the praise shall be, 
Mine, mine the joy. 

2 I have wandered in mazes dark, 

Of doubt and distress; 
I have not had a kindling spark, 

My spirit to bless ; 
Cheerless unbelief 
Filled my laboring soul with grief; 
What shall give relief ? 

What shall give peace? 

3 I then turned to thy Gospel, Lord, 

From folly away; 
I then trusted thy holy word, 

That taught me to pray; 
Here I found release, 
Weary spirit here found rest, 
Hope of endless bliss, 
Eternal day. 

4 I will praise now my heav'nly King, 

I'll praise and adore: 
The heart's richest tribute bring 

To thee, God of power; 
In my home from above, 
Saved by thy redeeming love, 
Loud the strains shall move, 




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1 A little flock ! so calls He thee, 

Who bought thee with his blood; 
A little flock— disowned of men, 
But owned and loved of God. 

2 A little flock ! so calls TIo thee ; 

Church of the first-born, hear! 
Be not ashamed to own the name ; 
It is no name of fear. 

3 Not many rich or noble called, 

Not many great or wise ; 
They whom God makes his kings and 
Are poor in human eyes. 

4 But the chief Shepherd comes at length, 

Her feeble days are o'er; 
No more a handful in the earth, 
• A little flock no more. 

5 No more a lily among thorns, 

Weary, and faint, and few; 
But countless as the stars of heaven, 
Or as the early dew. 

6 Then entering the eternal halls, 

In robes of victory, 
That mighty multitude shall keep 
The joyous jubilee. 



1 God's hand, that saves, is kind, but rough; 

His methods just, but rude, 
Frail, shrinking nature cries " Enough," 
Yet proves the Lord is good. 

2 The chiseled stone, had it a voice, 

Would cry, " You hurt me sore;" 
The sculptor seeks its perfectnese, 
And trims it more and more, — 

3 Until, by dint of strokes and blows, 

The shapeless mass appears, 

Symmetric, fair, and beautiful, 

To stand a thousand years. 

4 The beaten sheaves all threshed and torn, 

And trampled under feet, 
Yield forth, when tribulation's o'er, 
Their grains of golden wheat. 

5 Out of the crushed and mangled grapes, 

Comes forth the sparkling wine; 
If God but still my portion is 
Be such experience mine. 

6 Kept while the furnace heated white 

Shall purge the dross away: — 
Thy judgments, Lord, are true and right, 
And brighter every day. 

176. Brattle Street. C M. 

1 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

Come unto me and rest ; 
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down 

Thy head upon my breast. 
I came to Jesus as I was, 

Weary, and worn, and sad, 
I found in him a resting-place, 

And He has made me glad. 

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

Behold, I freely give 
The living water, — thirsty one 

Stoop down, and drink, and live. 
I came to Jesus, and I drank 

Of that life-giving stream; 
My thirst was quenched, my soul revived; 

And now I live in Him. 

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, 

I am this dark world's light ; 
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise, 

And all thy day be bright. 
I looked to Jesus, and I found 

In Him, my Star, my Sun ; 
And in that light of life I'll walk, 

Till travelling days are done. 


C M. 

1 Thou boundless Source of every good, 

Our best desires fulfil, 
We would adore thy wondrous grace, 
And mark thy sovereign will. 

2 In all thy mercies may our souls 

Thy bounteous goodness see; 
Nor let the gifts thy hand imparts 
Estrange our hearts from thee. 

3 Teach us, in time of deep distress, 

To own thy hand, O God, 
And in submissive silence learn 
The lessons of thy rod ! 

4 In every changing scene of life, 

Whate'er that scene may be, 
Give us a meek and humble mind, 
A mind at peace with thee. 

5 Do thou direct our steps aright; 

Help us thy name to fear ; 
And give us grace to watch and pray, 
And strength to persevere. 



179. Antes. L. M. 

1 Blest are the merciful, who prove 
By acts, their sympathy and love; 
From Christ, the Lord, shall they obtain 
Like sympathy and love again. 

2 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean 
From the defiling power of sin ; 

Wirli endless pleasure they shall see 
A God of spotless purity. 

3 Blest are the men of peaceful life, 
Who quench the coals of growing strife; 
They shall be called the heirs of bliss, 
The sons of God, the God of peace. 

4 Blest are the sufferers, who partake 
Of paiu and shame for Jesus' Bake ; 
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord, 
Glory and joy are their reward. 


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1 When shall we meet again? 

Meet ne'er to sever? 
When will peace wreathe her chain 

Round us forever? 
Our hearts will ne'er repose, 
Safe from each blast that blows, 
In this dark vale of woes, 

Never, no, never! 

2 Home to the new earth bright, 

Take us, dear Saviour; 
May we all there unite, 

Happy forever! 
Where kindred spirits dwell, 
There may our mu<ic swell, 
And time our joys dispel 

Never, — no, never! 

3 Soon shall we meet again, 

Meet ne'er to sever; 
Soon shall peace wreathe her chain 

Round us forever; 
Our hearts will then repose 
Secure from fears or woes ; 
Our songs of praise shall close 

Never,— no, never! 


Dashe Street. 

L. M. 

1 My Christian friends in bonds of love, 
Whose hearts the sweetest union prove; 
Your friendship's like the strongest band 
Yet we must take the parting hand. 

2 Your presence sweet, our union dear, 
What joys we feel together here! 
And when f see that we must part, 
You draw like cords around my heart. 

3 How sweet \\\& hours have passed away, 
Since we have met to sin£ and pray; 

How loath are we to leave the place 
Where Jesus shows his smiling face. 

4 O could I stay with friends so kind, 
How would it cheer my fainting mind! 
But pilgrims in a foreign land, 

We oft must take the parting hand. 

5 My Christian friends, both old and young, 
I trust you will in Christ go on; 

Press on, and soon you'll win the prize— 
A crown of glory greet thine eyes. 

6 A few more days, or years at most, 
And we shall reach fair Canaan's coast, 
When in that holy, happy land, 
We'll take no more the parting hand. 

7 O blessed day! O glorious hope! 
My soul rejoices at the thought, 
When in that holy, happy land, 
We'll take no more the parting hand. 



1 How blest the sacred tie, that binds 
In sweet communion kindred minds! 
How swift the heavenly course they run, 
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes 

are one ! 

2 To each, the soul of each how dear! 
What tender love: — what holy fear! 
How does the generous flame within 
Refine from earth — and cleanse from sin! 

3 Their streaming eyes together flow 
For human guilt, and human woe: 
Their ardent prayers together rise, 
Like mingling flames in sacrifice. 

4 With eager step they seek the place 
Where God reveals his glorious face; 
Join with one heart in songs of praise, 
And thankful hymns together raise. 



L. M. 

1 'Tis thus they press the hand and part, 

Thus have they bid farewell again; 
Yet still they commune, heart with heart, 
Linked by a never-broken chain. 

2 Yet shall they meet again in peace, 

To sing the songs of festal joy, 
Where none shall bid their gladness cease, 
And none their fellowship destroy. 

3 Where none shall beckon them away, 

Nor bid their festival be done ; 
There meeting-time the eternal day, 
Their meeting-place the eternal throne. 

4 There, hand in hand, firm linked at last, 

And, heart to heart, enfolded all, 

They'll smile upon the troubled past, 

Aiid wonder why they wept at all. 




By permission of Gould & Fischer, 923 Chest. St., Phil. Pa. 

Wm. G. Fischer. 



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2. In the way, a thousand snares Lie to take us un- a- wares; 

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Let it pass, let it pass. 
Think how often you have erred ; 

Let it pass. 
Since our joys must pass away 
Like the dew-drops and the spray, 
Wherefore should our sorrows stay ? 
Let it pass. 

4 If for good you've taken ill ; , 

Let it pass, let it pass. 

O be kind and gentle still ; 

Let it pass. 
Time at last makes all things straight; 
Let us not resent, but wait, 
And our triumph shall be great ; 
Let it pass. 




1 Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness! 

Awake ! for thy foes shall oppress thee no more ; 
Bright o'er thy hills dawns the day-star of gladness, 
Arise ! for the night of thy sorrow is o'er. 
Daughter of Zion, &c. 

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them, 

And scattered their legions, was mightier far; 
They fled like the chaff from the scourge that pursued them; 
Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war. 
Daughter of Zion, &c. 

3 Daughter of Zion ! the pow'r that hath saved thee, 

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be; 
Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee. 
Th' oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free. 
Daughter of Zion, &c. 






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Shall in his kingdom live, 
Where none shall ever weep again, 
Where nought the heart shall grieve, 

3 O! soon will come the day, 

When care and toil shall cease ; 

When sin and death shall flee away, 

And saints shall dwell in peace, 

4 The signs fulfilling fast, 

Proclaim the end is near; 
Probation's hour will soon be past, 
The King of kings appear. 

5 O! hasten, Sinner, haste! 

The gospel call obey; 
If thou would'st enter into rest, 
Come, seek thy Lord to-day. 

6 Then on that glorious morn, 
When Jesus doth appear, 
He will to us proclaim, " Well done," 
If we are faithful here. 

' The pure in heart are blessed, 
For they their God shall see ; 
And all who have his name confessed, 
Shall eat of life's fair tree. 

I Shout praises to our God, 
All glory to his name ! 
O ! hail the day when Christ our Lord 
Shall come on earth to reign. 

) Then a new song we'll sing, 
Then shall our hearts rejoice; 
We then shall see our conq'ring King, 
And hear his weloome voioo. 





Tome all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain, Come view your home beyond the tide : 
There endless springs of life are flowing,Tliere are the fields of liv- ing green; 
Faith now beholds the flowing riv- ex, Coming from underneath the throne ; 


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There,too,the Saviour "lives for- ev - er, And he'll welcome the faithful home. 

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Soon our conflicts and toils will be ended. We'll be tried and be tempted no more, 

Would you sit by the banks of the river, With the friends you have lov'd by your side ? 

jCHo.—O ! the prospect it is so transporting, Saviour, hasten thy coming, we pray; 

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2 His waiting people then 6 Then on that glorious morn, 

Shall in his kingdom live, When Jesus doth appear, 

Where none shall ever weep again, He will to us proclaim, hi Well done," 

Where nought the heart shall grieve. If we are faithful here. 

3 O! soon will come the day, 

When care and toil shall cease ; 

When sin and death shall flee away, 

And saints shall dwell in peace, 

4 The signs fulfilling fast, 

Proclaim the end is near; 
Probation's hour will soon be past, 
The King of kings appear. 

5 O! hasten, sinner, haste! 

The gospel call obey; 
If thou would'st enter into rest, 
Come, seek thy Lord to-day. 

7 The pure in heart are blessed, 

For they their God shall see ; 
And all who have his name confessed, 
Shall eat of life's fair tree. 

8 Shout praises to our God, 

All glory to his name ! 
O ! hail the day when Christ our Lord 
Shall come on earth to reign. 

9 Then a new song we'll sing, 

Then shall our hearts rejoice; 
We then shall see our conq'ring King, 
And hear his welcome voire. 





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2. There endless springs of life are flowing/Fhere are the fields of liv- ing green ; 

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2. What is your mission, my brother, 
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Our mission is practicing mer- cy, Sweet char- i - ty, patience, and love, 

We'll walk thro' the vale and the shadow,Thro' surf rings, and trials, and care, 

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2. Go la-boron;tis not fornought,Thy earthly loss is heavenly gain; 


3 Go la- bor on while it is day , The world's dark night is hastening on ; 

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It is the way the Mas - ter went , Should not the servant tread it still ? 
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Speed,speed thy work, cast sloth away : It is not thus that souls are won. 

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4 Men die in darkness at your side, 

Without a hope to cheer the tomb ; 
Take up the torch, and wave it wide, 
The torch that lights time's thickest gloom. 

5 Toil on, and in thy toil rejoice ; 

For toil comes rest, for exile, home : 
Soon shalt thou hear the Bridegroom's voice, - 
The morning peal, behold I come ! 





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1 "Watchman, tell me, does the morning 

Of fair Zion's glory dawn ? 
Have the signs that mark his coming 

Yet upon thy pathway shone? 
Pilgrim, yes ; arise ! look 'round thee, 

Light is breaking in the skies ! 
Gird thy bridal robes around thee, 

Morning dawns ! arise ! arise ! 

2 Watchman, has the tribulation- 

Has the cruel man of sin 
Ceased his bloody persecution ? 

Will it not return again ? 
Pilgrim, no ! his times have ended, 

Never shall the monster reign ; 
Tekel on his brow is written — 

Soon he will consume in flame. 
8 Watchman, were there signs attending 

At the ending of the time? 
With the closing moments pending, 

Did the sun refuse to shine ? 
Pilgrim, yes; the sun was shrouded 

In a vail of gloom that day ; 
Nature was in darkness clouded 

On that nineteenth day of May. 
4 Watchman, hail the light ascending 

Of the great Sabbatic year, 
All with voices loud portending 

That the kingdom's very near. 
Pilgrim, yes ! I see just yonder 

Canaan's glorious hights arise ; 
Salem, too, appears in grandeur, 

Towering 'neath its cloudless skies. 

194* O, come, come away* P. M. 

1 O, come, come away ! for time's career is 

Let worldly care henceforth forbear, 

O, come, come away ! 
Come, come, our holy joys renew 
Where love and heavenly friendship grew, 
The Spirit welcomes you — 

O, come, come away. 

2 Awake ye, awake ! no time now for repos- 

" The Lord is near!" breaks on the ear, 
O, come, come away. 
Come, come where Jesus' love will be, 
Who says, " I meet with two or three;" 
Sweet promise made to thee, 
O, come, come away. 

3 Come, where sacred song the pilgrim's 

heart is cheering, 
Come , and learn there the power of prayer, 

O, come, come away ! 
In sweetest notes of sympathy 
We praise and pray in harmony, 
Love makes our unity — 

O, come, come away. 

4 Night soon will be o'er, and endless day 

appearing ; 
Away from home no more we roam ; 

O, come, come away ! 
And when the trump of God shall sound, 
The saints no more by death are bound, 
He owns our Jesus crowned, 

O, come, come away. 

5 O, come, come away, my Saviour, in thy 

" Thy kingdom come, thy will be done;" 
O, come, come away ! 
O, come, my Lord, thy right maintain, 
And take thy throne, and on it reign ! 
Then earth shall bloom again — 
O, come, come away ! 

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1 Christian, the morn breaks sweetly o'er 

And all the midnight shadows flee ; 
Tinged are the distant skies with glory, 

A beacon light hangs out for thee. 
Arise, arise, the light breaks o'er thee, 

Bright from thy everlasting home ; 
Soon shalt thou reach the world of glory, 
Soon shalt thou share thy Saviour's 

2 Tossed on time's rude, relentless surges, 

Calmly composed and dauntless stand, 
For lo ! beyond these scenes emerges 
The hights that bound the promised 
Christian, behold ! the land is nearing, 

Where the wild sea-storm's rage iso'er; 
Hark, how the heavenly hosts are cheer- 
See in what throngs they range the shore. 

3 Cheer up, cheer up, the day breaks o'er 

Bright as the summer's noontide ray ; 
The star-gemmed crcwns and realms of 
Invite thy happy soul away. 
Away, away, leave all for glory, 

Soon shall thy stormy voyage be done ; 
Then with eternal joys before thee, 
Sit with the Saviour on his throne. 



196. Millennial Dawn. 7s & 6s. 

1 The clouds at length are breaking ; 

The dawn will soon appear, 
And " signs" there's no mistaking, 

Proclaim Messiah near. 
Awake, awake from sleeping, 

Attend the " midnight cry ;" 
Ye saints refrain from weeping, 

Your Great Deliverer's nigh. 

2 The morning light is beaming, 

The " day-star" shines on high; 
Christ's heralds are proclaiming 

His coming in the sky ; 
And earth's eventful story 

A few short months will tell ; 
The righteous rise to glory, 

The wicked sink to hell. 

3 If earth and all her treasure 

Are doomed to fire and flame ; 
Her royal pomp and pleasure 

Are but an empty name ! 
Her kings — her crowns — her glory- 

Her armies— fleets— and pride, 
May bubble forth her story 

While floating down the tide. 

4 The ocean, oh! the ocean, 

To which her grandeurs tend, 
Now foams in dreadful motion, 
Her boast and pomp to end. 
See, see the flames ascending, 

The seas themselves explode; 
The clouds, the skies, are rending 
With cries of— " God "— " oh God!' ] 

5 Oh! hear the sad petition, 

Rocks, crush us into dust; 
Oh ! pity our condition — 

Or damned we surely must ; 
We thought that we were wiser 

Than " pastors," " saints," and all; 
Yet sinner— sceptic — miser — 

Must suffer once for all. 

6 Ye mortals, take the warning, 

Ten thousand calls invite; 
Should you neglect the morning, 

Then comes the doleful night. 
Now mercy's hand extended, 

The vilest wretch would save; 
But oh ! if this be ended, 

You're lost beyond the grave. 

7 Great Author of compassion, 

Redeemer — Saviour — Friend — 
Oh ! send to every nation 

The knowledge of its end; 
Fly, fly on wings of morning, 

Ye who the truth can tell, 
And sound the awful warning, 

To rescue souls from hell. 


1 Pilgrim, wake ! behold the morning 

Long foretold by holy seers, 
Gilds the heaven with its dawning, 

Hail ! the blissful morn appears. 
Halcyon* day, so full of glory, 

Holy prophets sang of thee ; 
Rapturous in poetic story 

Soon the pure in heart will see 

2 See ! the morning star is beaming 

Bright upon the gilded sky. 
Oh ! what rays of light are gleaming, 

Shout aloud, Redemption's nigh. 
Sing ye now who have been weeping 

Through a long night dark and drear, 
Who while lonely vigils keeping, 

Long'd to see the day appear. 

3 On it speeds in lustre breaking, 

Hallelujah ! shout and sing, 
Soon our lov'd ones will be waking, 

And the new creation ring 
With the loud, immortal chorus 

To the Lamb that once was slain ; 
By his blood in mercy made us 

Kings and priests on earth to reign. 

4 Now with all your might and power, 

Watch and trim your lamps with care; 
Gird your loins and wai^ the hour 

When the Bridegroom shall appear. 
Then with all the saints, adorned 

With their brilliant diadems, 
See the King in beauty crowned, 

In the New Jerusalem. 

* Hal-shun. 




1 Lift up your heads, desponding pilgrims, 

Give to the winds your needless tears, 
He who hath said redemption's nearing, 
Soon is to reign through endless years. 
Cho. — Through endless years earth's coming 
"lis the glad day so long foretold ; 
'Tis the bright morn of Zion's glory, 
Prophets foresaw in times of old. 

2 What if the clouds do for a moment 

Hide the blue sky, where morn appears ; 
Soon the glad sun, of promise given, 
Rises to shine through endless years. 

3 Tell the whole world these blessed tidings, 

Speak of the time of bliss that nears; 
Tell the oppressed of ev'ry nation, 
Jubilee lasts through endless years. 

4 Haste thee along, ages of glory, 

Haste the glad time when Christ ap- 
pears — 
Oh, for the faith of ancient worthies; 
Oh, for that reign through endless years. 



L. M. 

1 So let our lips and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess ; 

So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honors of our Saviour God, 
When the salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, 
Passion, and envy, lust, and pride; 
AVhile justice, temperance, truth, andlove, 
Our inward piety approve. 

4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope, 
The bright appearance of the Lord ; 
And faith stands leaning on his word. 




1 Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near ; 
Thy Saviour's gracious promise hear; 
His faithful word declares to thee 
That as thy day thy strength shall bo. 

2 Let not thy heart despond and say, 

" How shall I stand the trying day?" 

He has engaged by firm decree 

That as thy day thy strength shall be. 

3 Thy faith is weak, thy foes are strong ; 
And if the contest should be long, 
Thy Lord will make the tempters flee ; 
For as thy day thy strength shall be. 

4 Should persecution rage and flame, 
Still trust in thy Redeemer's name; 
In fiery trials thou shalt see 

That as thy day thy strength shall be. 

201. Italian Mytnn, 6s & 4s. 

1 Let us awake our joys ; 
Strike up with cheerful voice ; 

Each creature, sing ; 
Angels, begin the song ; 
Mortals, the strain prolong, 
In accents sweet and strong, 
" Jesus is King!" 

2 Proclaim abroad his name ; 
Tell of his matchless fame ; 

What wonders done ; 
Above, beneath, around, 
Let all the earth resound, 
Till heav'n's high arch rebound, 

Vict'ry is woll!' , 

3 He vanquished sin and hell, 
And our last foe will quell ; 

Mourners, rejoice ; 
His dying love adore ; 
Praise him, now raised in power; 
Praise him forevermore 

With joyful voice. 

4 All hail the glorious day, 
When through the heavenly way, 

Lo, he shall come, 
While they who pierced him wail ! 
His promise shall not fail ; 
Saints, see your King prevail ; 

Great Saviour, come! 




Isife's Harvest. 

7s &( 

1 Ho, reapers of Life's Harvest, 

Why stand with rusted blade, 
Until the night draws round thee, 

And day begins to fade ? 
Why stand ye idle, waiting 

For reapers more to come? 
The golden morn is passing, 

Why sit ye idle, dumb ? 

2 Thrust in your sharpened sickle, 

And gather in the grain; 
The night is fast approaching, 

And soon will come again. 
The Master calls for reapers, 

And shall he call in vain? 
Shall sheaves lie there ungathered, 

And waste upon the plain? 

3 Come down from hill and mountain, 

In morning's ruddy glow, 
Nor wait until the dial 

Points to the noon below; 
And come with the stroog sinew, 

Nor faint in heat or cold ; 
And pause not till the evening 

Draws round its wealth of gold. 

4 Mount up the heights of wisdom, 

And crush each error low; 
Keep back no words of knowledge 

That human hearts should know. 
Be faithful to thy mission, 

In service of thy Lord, 
And then a golden chaplet 

Will be thy just reward. 

203. Watchman Veil JJs. 7s. 

1 Watchman! tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are. 
Trav'ler! o'er yon mountain height 

See the glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
Trav'ler! yes, it brings the day, 

Promis'd day of Israel. 

2 Watchman ! tell us of the night; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Trav'ler! blessedness and light, 
Peace and truth its course portends. 

Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth? 
Trav'ler! ages are its own; 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth ! 
3 Watchman ! tell us of the night ; 

For the morning seems to dawn. 
Trav'ler ! darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman, let thy wanderings cease, 

Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Trav'ler! lo, the Prince of Peace, 

Lo, the Son of God is come ! 

204. Mention, 7s. 

1 Now begin the heavenly theme, 
Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
Ye, who his salvation prove, 
Triumph in redeeming love. 
Triumph, &c. 

2 Ye, who see the Father's grace 
Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
As to glory on ye move, 

Praise and bless Redeeming Love. 
Praise, &c. 

3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, 
Banish all your guilty fears, 

See your guilt and curse remove, 
Cancell'd by Redeeming Love, 
Cancell'd, &c. 

4 Hither, then, your praises bring, 
And of Jesus gladly sing ; 
Gladly join the hosts above, 
Join to praise Redeeming Love. 
Join, &c. 


8s & 7s. 

1 Jesus, hail ! amid the glory, 

Where for us thou dost abide ; 
All the heavenly hosts adore thee, 

Standing at thy Father's side. 
There for us thou now art pleading, 

While thou dost our place prepare; 
For the church still interceding, 

Till in glory it appear. 

2 Worship, honor, power, and blessing, 

Thou shalt then from all receive; 
Loudest praises, without ceasing; 

All that earth or heaven can give 
Till that day the angelic spirits, 

With the church in feebler lays, 
Still shall try to sing thy merits, 

And to chant thy Father's praise-. 



306. The Christian Soldier* C. M. 

1 Ye valiant soldiers of the cross, 

Ye happy, praying band, 
Though in this world you suffer loss, 
Press on to Canaan's land. 
Cho. — Let us never mind the scoffs nor the 
frowns of the world, 
For we've all got the cross to bear. 
It will only make the crown the 
brighter to shine, 
"When we have the crown to wear. 

2 All earthly pleasures we'll forsake, 

When heav'n appears in view, 
In Jesus' strength we'll undertake 
To fight our passage through.— Cho. 

3 O what a glorious shout there'll be 

When we arrive at home; 
Our friends and Jesus we shall see, 
And God shall say ''Well done. "—Cho. 



L. M. 

1 What works of wisdom, power, and love, 
Do Jesus' high commission prove ; 
Attest his heaven-derived claim, 

And glorify his Father's name. 

2 On eyes that never saw the day 
He pours the bright celestial ray ; 
And deafened ears, by him unbound, 
Catch all the harmony of sound. 

3 Lameness takes up its bed, and goes 
Rejoicing in the strength that flows 
Through every nerve; and, free from pain, 
Pours forth to God the grateful strain. 

4 The shattered mind his word restores, 
And tunes afresh the mental powers : 
The dead revive, to life return, 

And bid affection cease to mourn. 

5 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace, 
And not admire Jehovah's grace? 
Canst thou behold thy Prophet's power, 
And not the God he served adore? 




1 Faint not, Christian ! though the road 
Leading to thy blest abode, 
Darksome be, and dangerous, too, 
Christ, thy Guide, will bear thee through. 

2 Faint not, Christian ! though in rage 
Satan doth thy soul engage; 

Take thee Faith's anointed shield, 
Bear it to the battle field. 

3 Faint not, Christian ! though the world 
Has its hostile ling unfurl'd; 

Hold the cross of Jesus fast, 
Thou shalt overcome at last. 

4 Faint not, Christian! though within 
There's a heart so prone to sin ; 
Christ the Lord is over all, 

He'll not suffer thee to fall. 

5 Faint not, Christian ! though thy God 
Smite thee with the chastening rod ; 
Smite He must, with Father's care, 
That He may His love declare. 

6 Faint not, Christian! Jesus' near, 
Soon in glory He'll appear; 
And his love will then bestow 
Victory o'er every foe. 

209. Thou Knourest That I Love 


7s, 6s & 4s. 

1 Hark ! hark ! hear the blest tidings, 

Soon, sooi\, Jesus will come, 
Rob'd, rob'd in honor and glory, 
To gather his ransomed ones home. 
Cho. — Yes, yes, oh yes, 

To gather his ransomed ones home. 

2 Joy, joy, sound it more loudly, 

Sing, sing glory to God ; 
Soon, soon, Jesus is coming, 
Publish the tidings abroad. 

3 Bright, bright, seraphs attending, 

Shouts, shouts, filling the air ; 
Down, down, swiftly from heaven, 
Jesus our Lord will appear. 

4 Now, now, through a glass darkly, 

Shine, shine, visions to come, 
Soon, soon, we shall behold them, 
Cloudless and bright in our home. 

5 Long, long, we have been waiting, 

Who, who, love his blest name; 
Now, now, we are delighting, 
Jesus is near to proclaim. 

6 Still, still, rest on the promise, 

Cling, cling, fast to His word; 
Wait, wait, if He should tarry, 
We'll patiently wait for the Lord. 

Cho. — Yes, yes, oh yes, 

We'll patiently wait for the Lord. 





S. M. 

1 Behold! what wondrous grace 

The Father has bestowed 

On sinners of a mortal race, 

To call them sons of God. 

2 'Tis no surprising thing, 

That we should be unknown ; 
The Jewish world knew not their King, 
God's well beloved Son. 

3 Xor doth it yet appear 

How great" we must be made; 
But when we see our Saviour here, 
We shall be like our Head. 

4 A hope so much divine 

May trials well endure ; 
May purge our souls from sense and sin, 
As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 



L. M. 

1 We've no abiding city here : 

This may distress the worldling's mind, 
But should not cost the saint a tear, 
Who hopes a better rest to find. 

2 "We've no abiding city here : 

Sad truth, were this to be our home; 
But let this thought our spirits cheer; 
We seek a city yet to come. 

3 We've no abiding city here: 

Then let us live as pilgrims do ; 

Let not the world our rest appear; 

But let us cease from all in view. 

4 We've no abiding city here; 

We seek a city out of sight ; 
i Zion its name ; "we'll soon be there ; 
It shines with everlasting light. 

5 Zion ! Jehovah is her strength ! 

Secure she smiles at all her foes ; 
And weary travellers at length 
Within "her sacred walls repose. 



1 Ye who rose to meet the Lord- 
Ventured on his faithful word, 
Faint not now, for your reward 

Will be quickly'given ; 
Faint not ! always" watch and pray, 
Jesus will no more delay, 
Even now 'tis dawn of day — 

Day-Star beams from heaven. 

2 Would ye to the end endure? 
Keep the wedding garments pure — 
Claim ye still the promise sure — 

Faithful is the Lord ! 
Let your lamps be burning bright, 
In God's word is beaming light, 
Live by faith and not by sight — 

Crowns are your reward. 

3 'Mid the darts of angry foe, 
Onward, fearless, onward go, 
The good soldier's courage show, 

On, to victory! 
" Let thine eyes be turned to me," 
Jesus says, " I'll rescue thee, 
Overcome, and faithful be, 

Thou shalt glory see!" 

4 Tones of thunder through the sky — 
Angel voices sounding high, 

Echo still the mighty cry, 

Jesus quickly come! 
Quickly he'll return again, 
With liis saints will come to reign, 
While all heaven will shout " Amen, 

Welcome to thy throne!" 

5 Marriage supper now prepared, 
By the guests will then be shared, 
In fair righteous robes arrayed, 

Like the Bridegroom King. 
Glory to Jehovah's name! 
Sound aloud the glad acclaim, 
To the Lamb that once was slain, 

Alleluias bring. 



O. M. 

1 Time hastens on; ye longing saints, 

Now raise your voices high; 

And magnify that sovereign love 

Which shows salvation nigh. 

2 As time departs, salvation comes, 

Each moment brings it near; 
Then welcome each declining day; 
Welcome each closing year. 

3 Xot many years their course shall run, 

Not many mornings rise, 
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd 
To our transported eyes. 





S. M. 

1 Come, we that love the Lord, 

And let our joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 The sorrows of the mind 

Be banished from the place ; 
Religion never was designed 
To make our pleasures less. 

3 The men of grace have found 

Glory begun below ; 
Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 
From faith and hope may grow. 

4 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

5 There we shall see his face, 

And never, never sin ; 
There, from the rivers of his grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in. 


; & 7s. 


1 Lonely pilgrim, sad and weary, 

Who hath many ills endured, 
"What though troubles round thee gather, 

There's a final rest secured; 
For the " Children of the Promise," 

Those in faith who firmly stand, 
Heirs with Christ, awhile they suffer, 

Soon to reign in Israel's land. 

2 God, his gracious mercy showing, 

Hath invited all to share 
Endless joy and bliss forever, 

In that realm of glory there. 
Bear thee, then, the contest bravely, 

Fear not, faint not, by the way ; 
Soon shall boundless, ceaseless mercy, 

All thy weary toils repay. 

3 Soon, the tears of bitter anguish, 

All those sighs that sorrow pays, 
Shall be lost in smiles of gladness, 

Merged in songs of endless praise. 
Here thy weary feet are bruised, 

There, thou'lt tread a verdant sod; 
Here, by enemies surrounded, 

There, in friendship with thy God. 

216. JfEis&ionary Chant. L. M. 

1 Waste not thy beinj? ; back to Him 

Who freely gave it, freely give; 
Else is that being but a dream, 
'Tis but to be, and not to live. 

2 Be what thou seemest; live thy creed; 

Hold up to earth the torch divine; 
Be what thou prayest to be made ; 
Let the great Master's steps be thine. 

3 Sow truth if thou the true wouldst reap ; 

Who sows the false shall reap the vain; 
Erect and sound thy conscience keep; 
From hollow words and creeds refrain. 

4 Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure; 
Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright; 
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor, 
And find a harvest-home of light. 

sir. o.'nsutz. s. m. 

1 Begin the day with God ! 
He is thy sun and day ; 
His is the radiance of thy dawn, 
To him address thy lay. 

2 Awake, cold lips, and sing! 

Arise, dull knees, and pray ; 
Lift up, O man, thy heart and eyes; 
Brush slothfulness away. 

3 Take thy first meal with God ; 

He is thy heavenly food ; 
Feed with and on him ; he with thee 
Will feast in brotherhood. 

4 Take thy first walk with God ; 

Let him go forth with thee ; 
By stream, or sea, or mountain path, 
Seek still his company. 

5 Thy first transaction be 

With God himself above ; 
So shall thy business prosper well, 
And all the day be love. 

Consolation in Affliction. 




Geo. E. Lee. 

1. Sweet it is to know, When the heart with grief is bend- ing low, 

2. He would have us bring Ev - 'ry tri - al that thro' life may seem 

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All our wants to Je - sus bear, And by him be blest. 

Comfort, strength to ev - 'ry heart, And our bur - dens share. 


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3 Storms of life may blow, [woe, 
Brightest scenes of earth be mix'd with 

Friends may droop and die; 
When no earthly hope can cheer, 
All is darkness, all is drear, 

And alone we sigh. 

4 We may always find 
Sweet relief, if, with a trusting mind, 

We to Jesus go; 
Yes, in Him we'll find a friend, 
Who will all our steps attend, 

Through this vale below. 


Consolation in Affliction. 

219. PRAYER. S. M. 

From the u Sacred Star." by permission of Leonard Marshall. 




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Thro' these parch'd lips of thine no more Shall pass the moan or sigh. 


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Consolation in Affliction. 



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Consolation in Affliction. 


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From the val- ley and the mountain, Countless throngs shall rise a- gain. 
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Consolation in Affliction. 



Geo. E. Lee. 

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Doubt not, tho' dark the night may seem, Tis darkest just at day. 
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4 Wait ; aye, with patience weep, 
And mourn, and grieve, and sigh ; 
For when the last sad tear is shed, 
God will the fountain dry. 

5 Wait, for his own soft hand 
Shall wipe all tears away ; 
And free from sorrow, saints shall then 
Rejoice in endless day. 

Consolation in Affliction, 




Geo. E. Lee. 


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2 Thou wilt sleep, hut not forever; 
Jesus died, and rose again; 
Soon he'll come in clouds of glory, 
Thou wilt rise with him to reigir. 

3 Sister, then we hope to meet thee, 
Then we'll take thee by the hand, 
Then we'll twine our arms around thee, 
In that bright and happy land. 


Consolation in Affliction. 



L. M. 

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 

Take this new treasure to thy trust ; 
And give these sacred relics room 
To slumber in the silent dust. 

2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, 

Invades thy bounds; no mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch the soft repose. 

3 So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son 

Pass'd thro' the grave and blest the bed ; 
Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne 
The morning break, and pierce the 

4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn! 

Attend, O earth, his sov'reigu word! 
Restore thy trust ; a glorious form 
Shall then arise to meet the Lord. 


IE ope. 

1 Sing praise ! the tomb is void 

Where the Redeemer lay; 
Sing of our bonds destroyed, 
Our darkness turned to day. 

2 Weep for your dead no more ; 

Friends, be of joyful cheer! 
Our star moves on before, 
Our narrow path shines clear. 

3 He who, so patiently 

The crown of thorns did wear,— 
He hath gone up on high ; 
Our hope is with him there. 

4 Now is his truth revealed, 

His majesty and might; 
The grave has been unsealed ; 
Christ is our life and light. 

5 He who for men did weep, 

Suffer, and bleed, and die,— 

First fruits of them that sleep, — 

Christ hath gone up on high. 

6 His vict'ry hath destroyed 

The shafts that once could slay; 
Sing praise! the tomb is void 
Where the Redeemer lay. 


JYarroui Way* 


1 What poor despised company 

Of travellers are these, 
Who walk in yonder narrow way, 
Along the rugged maze ! 

2 Ah, these are of a royal line, 

All children of a King ; 
Heirs of immortal crowns divine. 
And lo ! for joy they sing ! 

Cho. — Palms of victory, crowns of glory, 
Palms of victory they shall bear; 
Yes, Palms of victory, crowns of glory, 
Palms of victory they shall bear. 

3 Why do they then appear so mean r 

And why so much despised ? 
Because of their rich robes unseen 
The world is not apprised. 

4 But some of them seem poor, distressed, 

And lacking daily bread ; 
Ah, they're or boundless wealth possess'd 
With hidden manna fed. — Cho. 

5 But why keep they that narrow road, 

That rugged, thorny maze? 
Why, that's the way their Leader trod; 
They love and keep his ways. 

6 What, is there then no other road 

To Salem's happy ground? 

Christ is the only way to God; 

None other can be found. 



L. M. 

1 Asleep in Jesus ! blessed sleep, 
From which none ever wake to weep ; 
A calm and undisturbed repose, 
Unbroken by the last of foes. 

2 Asleep in Jesus ! O how sweet 
To be for such a slumber meet! 
With holy confidence to rest 
In hope of being ever blest. 

3 Asleep in Jesus ! Peaceful rest, 
Whose waking is supremely blest; 
No fear, no woe, shall dim that hour, 
That manifests the Saviour's power. 

4 Asleep in Jesus ! Soon to rise, 

When the last trump shall rend the skies ; 
Then burst the fetters of the tomb> 
To wake in full, immortal bloom. 

Consolation in Affliction. 


228. Shall we know each 
o titer there *? 

1 When we hear the music ringing 

In the bright, celestial dome — 
When sweet angel voices singing 

Gladly bid us welcome home, 
To the land of ancient story, 

Where the spirit knows no care — 
In the land of light and glory, 

Shall we know each other there? 

Cho. — Shall we know each other — 
; Shall we know each other — 
Shall we know each other — 
Shall we know each other there? 

2 When the holy angels meet us, 

As we go to join their band, 
Shall we know the friends that greet us 

In the glorious heav'nly land? 
Shall we see the same eyes shining 

On us as in days of yore ? 
Shall we feel the same arms twining 

Fondly round us, as before? 

Cho.— Shall we know, &c. 

8 O, ye weary, sad, and tossed ones, 

Droop not, faint not by the way; 
Ye can join the loved and just ones 

In the land of perfect day! 
Harp-strings touched by angel fingers 

Murmured in my raptured ear — 
Evermore their sweet song lingers — 

We shall know each other there. 

Cho, — We shall know, &c. 


7s &e 

I saw a weary traveller, 

In tattered garments clad, 
A-struggling up the mountain, 

It seemed that he was sad. 
His back was burdened heavy, 

His strength was almost gone, 
He shouted as he journeyed, 

" Deliverance will come." 
Palms of vict'ry, crowns of glory, 

Palms of vict T ry we shall bear. 

2 The summer sun was beaming, 

The sweat was on his brow, 
His garments were all dusty, 

His step was very slow ; 
Still he kept pressing forward, 

For he was wending home, 
He shouted as he journeyed, 

''Deliverance will come." 

3 The songsters in their arbors, 

The pleasures of the way, 
Attracted his attention, 

Inviting his delay; 
Still he kept pressing forward, 

For he was nearing home, 
He shouted as he journeyed, 

" Deliverance will come." 

4 Then I saw him in the evening, 

When the sun was bending low ; 
He'd overtopped the mountain, 

And reached the vale below; 
His eyes were dull and heavy, 

His journey it was done ; 
He shouted as it ended, 

" Deliverance will come." 

5 Then they closed the blinds around him, 

And locked him up alone, 
That nothing might disturb him, 

Till his best friend should come. 
Hope made for him a pillow, 

And faith a garment rare, 
To keep him in his slumbers 

Till Jesus should appear. 

6 At length the trumpet sounded, 

The shadows fled away, 
The gilding rays of glory 

Proclaimed the light of day ; 
Then when the light of morning 

Broke in his little room, 
He rose and cried " Hosanna, 

Deliverance has come.'" 

Then I heard a song of triumph- 
He saug upon that shore, 

Saying, "Jesus has redeemed me, 
I'll suffer now no more." 

Then casting his eye backward 
On the race which he had run, 

He raised the loud hosanna, 
" Deliverance has come.'" 


Admonition and Warning. 



S. M. 

1 Destruction's dangerous road 

What multitudes pursue ! 
"While that which leads the soul to God, 
Is known or sought by few. 

2 Believers find the way 

Through Christ the living gate; 
But those who hate this holy way, 
Complain it is too strait. 

3 If self must be denied, 

And sin no more caressed, 
They rather choose the way that's wide, 
And strive to think it best. 

4 Encompass'd by a throng, 

On numbers they depend ; 
They say, So many can't be wrong, 
And miss a happy end. 

5 But hear the Saviour's word, 

" Strive for the heav'nly gate, 
Many will call upon the Lord, 
And find their cries too late." 

6 Obey the gospel call , 

And enter while you may ; 
The flock of Christ is always small, 
And none are safe but they. 

7 Lord, open sinners' eyes, 

Their awful state to see ; 
And make them, ere the storm arise, 
To Thee for safety flee. 


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L. M. 

1 See how the worthless bramble stands 

Beneath the burning sky; 
Wither'd and parch'd in barren sands, 
And only grows to die, 

2 Such is the sinner's awful case, 

Who makes the world his trust; 
And dares his confidence to place 
In vanity and dust. 

3 A secret curse destroys his root, 

And dries its moisture up; 
He lives awhile, but bears no fruit, 
Then dies without a hope. 

1 One awful word which Jesus spoke 

Against the tree that bore no fruit, 
More dreadful than the lightning's stroke, 
Blasted and dried it to the root. 

2 How many, who the gospel hear, 

Whom Satan blinds, and sin deceives, 
May with this wither'd tree compare? — 
They yield no fruit, but only leaves. 

3 Knowledge, and zeal, and gifts, and talk, 

Unless combin'd with faith and love, 
And witness'd by a gospel walk, 
Will not a true profession prove. 

4 Without such fruit as God expects, 

Knowledge will make our state the 
The fruitless sinner he rejects, 
And soon will blast them with his curse. 

333. PleyeVs Ilytnn. 7s. 

1 Sinner, art thou still secure? 

Wilt thou still refuse to pray? 
Can thy heart or hands endure 
In the Lord's avenging day? 

2 See, his mighty arm is bar'd! 

Awful terrors clothe his brow ! 
For his judgment stand prepar'd, 
Thou must either break or bow. 

3 At his presence nature shakes, 

Earth affrighted hastes to flee; 
Solid mountains melt like wax, 
What will then become of thee? 

4 Who his advent may abide? 

You that glory in your shame, 
Will you find a place to hide, 
W T hen the world is wrapt in flame? 

5 Let us now our day improve, 

Listen to the gospel's voice ; 
Seek the things that are above; 
Scorn the world's pretended joys. 


S. M. 

1 Ye who in former days 

Were found at Zion's gate ; 
Who seemed to walk in wisdom's ways. 
And told your happy state; 

2 But now to sin draw back, 

And love again to stray, 
The narrow path of life forsake, 
And choose the beaten way ; 

3 Think not your names above 

Are written with the saints: 
The promise of unchanging love 
Is His who never faints. 

4 Y r our transient joy and peace, 

Your deeper dooms have sealed, 
Unless you wake to righteousness, 
Ere judgment is reveal'd. 

Admonition and Warning. 




L. M. 

1 The summer harvest spreads the field, 

Mark — how the whitening fields are 
turn'd ! 
Behold them to the reapers yield ; 
The wheat is sav'd — the tares are burn'd. 

2 Thus the great Judge,with glory crown'd, 

Descends to reap the ripen'd earth! 
Angelic guards attend him down, 
The same who sang his humble birth. 

3 In sounds of glory hear him speak, 

" Go, search around theiiaming world; 
Haste, call my saints to rise, and take 
The seats from which their foes were 

4 Thus ends the harvest of the earth ; 

Angels obey the awful voice ; 
They save the wheat, they burn the chaff, 
All heaven approves the sov 'reign choice. 


Greenwich* L. M. Double. 

1 Life is the time to serve the Lord, 
The time V insure the great reward ; 
And while the lamp holds out to burn, 
The vilest sinner may return. 

2 The living know that they must die ; 
But all the dead forgotten lie ; 

Their mem'ry and their sense are gone; 

Alike unknowing and unknown. 
S Their hatred, and their love are lost, 

Their envy buried in the dust ; 

They have no share in all that's done 

Beneath the circuit of the sun. 
4 Then wliat my thoughts design to do, 

My hands with all your might pursue; 

Since no device, nor work, is found, 

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 




1 Broad is the road that leads to death, 

And thousands walk together there; 
But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
With here and there a traveller. 

2 " Deny thyself and take thy cross,—" 

Is the Redeemer's great command; 
Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain this heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 

And walks the ways of God no more, 
Is but esteemed almost a saint, 
And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord ! let not all my hopes be vain : 
Create my heart entirely new; 
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
Which 'false apostates never knew. 



C. M. 

1 Repent! the voice celestial cries; 

No longer dare delay; 
The soul that scorns the mandate dies, 
And meets a fiery day. 

2 No more the sovereign eye of God, 

O'erlooks the crimes of men ; 
His heralds now are sent abroad 
To warn the world of sin. 

3 O sinners, in his presence bow, 

And all your guilt confess; 
Accept The offered Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with his grace. 

4 Amazing love, that yet will call, 

And yet prolong our days! 
Our hearts, subdued by goodness, fall, 
And weep, and love, and praise. 



H. M. 

1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow 

The gladly solemn sound ! 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound, 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

2 Jesus, our great High Priest, 

Hath full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest; 

Ye mournful souls, be glad. 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 

Your liberty receive, 
And safe in Jesus dwell, 

And blest in Jesus live. 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

4 Ye who have sold for nought 

Your heritage above, 
Shall have it back unbought, 

The gift of Jesus' love. 
The year of Jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 

5 The gospel trumpet hear, 

The news of heavenly grace ; 
And, saved from earth, appear 

Before your Saviour's face. 
The year of Jubilee is come; 
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home. 


Admonition and Warning. 

240. FteyePs IFymn. 

1 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
God, your Maker, asks you why? 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live. 

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die? 
God, your Saviour, asks you why? 
He who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself that you might live. 

3 Will you let him die in vain? 
Crucify your Lord again ? 
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why 
Will ye slight his grace, and die? 



mlJfaiilna. 6s & 4s. Peculiar. 

1 Child of sin and sorrow, 
Filled with dismay, 

W T ait not for to-morrow, 
Yield thee to-day: 

Heaven bids thee come, 

While yet there's room ; 

Child of sin and sorrow, 
Hear and obey. 

2 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Why wilt thou die? 
Come, while thou canst borrow 

Help from on high ; 
Grieve not that love, 
Which from above, 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Would bring thee nigh. 

3 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Lift up thine eye! 
Soon will dawn the morrow, 

Jesus is nigh ! 
In that bright home, 
Graven thy name; 
Child of sin aud sorrow, 

Swift homeward fly. 

4 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Where wilt thou be? 
In that long to-morrow, 

Driven from home, 
Destruction will come; 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Where wilt thou flee? 

The fat!; it of Vote. 


1 We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy, 

The home of the happy, the kingdom of love ; 
Ye waud'rers from God in the broad road of folly, 
O say, will you go to the Eden of love ? 
Cho. — Will you go, will you go, will you go, will you go, 
O say, will you go, to the Eden of love ? 

2 In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish 

Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove; 
Ye heart burden'd ones, who in misery languish, 
O say, will you go to the Eden of love? — Cho. 

3 No fraud, nor deceit, nor the hand of oppression, 

Can injure the dwellers in that holy grove, 
No wickedness there, not a shade of transgression; 
O say, will you go to the Eden of love? — Cho. 

4 No poverty there— no, the saints are all wealthy, 

The heirs of his glory whose nature is love ; 
Nor sickness can reach them, that country is healthy; 
O say, will you go to the Eden of love?— Cho. 

5 And yet, guilty sinner, we would not forsake thee, 

We halt yet a moment as onward we move; 
O come to thy Lord, in his arms he will take thee, 
And bear thee along to the Eden of love.— Cho. 






1 Return, wanderer, return ! 

And seek thy Father's face ! 
These new desires, which in thee burn, 
Were kindled by his grace. 

2 Return, O wanderer, now return! 

He hears thy humble sigh ; 
He sees thy softened spirit mourn, 
When no one else is nigh. 

3 Return, O wanderer, now return! 

Thy Saviour bids thee live; 
Bowto his word, and grateful learn 
How freely he'll forgive. 

4 Return, O wanderer, now return! 

And wipe the falling tear ! 
The Father calls, no longer roam, 
'Tis love invites thee near . 

243. 8s & 7s. 

1 One, there is, above all others, 

Well deserves the name of Friend ; 
His is love, beyond a brother's, 
Costly, free," and knows no end. 

2 Which of all our friends, to save us, 

Could or would have shed his blood? 
But this Saviour died to have us 
Reconcil'd in him to God. 

3 When he liv'd on earth abased, 

Friend of sinners was his name; 
Now, above all glory raised, 
He rejoices in the same. 

4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! 

Teach us, Lord, at length to love; 
We, alas ! forget too often 
What a Friend we have above. 



1 As the serpent, raised, by Moses, 

Heal'd the burning serpent's bite; 
Jesus then himself discloses, 
To the wounded sinner's sight. 

2 Hear his gracious invitation : 

" I have life and peace to give; 

I have wrought out full salvation; 

Sinner, look to me and live.'' 

3 Dearest Saviour, we adore thee 
For thy precious life and death ; 
Melt each stubborn heart before thee, 
Give us all the eye of faith. 



8s & 7s. 

1 Behold a stranger at the door! 

He gently knocks, has knocked before; 
*Hath waited long — is waiting still; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 

2 Oh, lovely attitude, he stands 

With melting heart and loaded hands ! 
Oh, matchless kindness ! and he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes. 

3 But will he prove a friend indeed? 
He will ; the very friend you need; 
The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis He, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine; 
Turn out his enemy and thine, 
That soul-destroying monster, sin, 
And let the heavenly stranger in. 

5 Admit him, ere his anger burn ; 
His feet departed, ne'er return ; 
Admit him, or the hour's at hand, 
You!ll at His door rejected stand. 



C. M. 

1 " Unhappy city ! had'st thou known- 

Then were thy peace secure ; 

But now the day of grace is gone, 

And thy destruction's sure." 

2 Thus to the Jews the Saviour calls, 

As near their gates he stood, 
His eyes beheld their guilty walls, 
And wept a sacred flood. 

3 And can mine eyes, without a tear, 

A weeping Saviour see ? 
Shall I not weep his groans to hear, 
Who groan'd and died for me? 

4 Blest Jesus ! let those tears of thine 

Subdue each stubborn foe; 
Come, fill my heart with love divine, 
And bid my sorrows flow. 





s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 

Lost and ruin'd by the fall ; 

If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all ; 

Not the righteous — 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

2 Let not conscience make you linger, 
Nor of fitness fondly dream ; 
All the fitness he requireth 
Is to feel your need of him ; 

This he gives you — 
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 

3 Agonizing in the garden, 

Lo ! your Saviour prostrate lies ! 
On the bloody tree behold him; 
Hear him cry before he dies, 

"It is finished :" 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

4 Lo ! the Son of God ascended, 
Pleads the merit of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture wholly, 
Let no other trust intrude : 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

5 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb ; 

While the blissful seats of heaven, 

Sweetly echo with his name ; 

Hallelujah !— 
Sinners here may sing the same. 


1 Come, sinners, attend, 

And make no delay ; 
Good news from a friend 

I bring you to-day ; 
Glad news of salvation 

Come now and receive ; 
There's no condemnation 

To them that believe. 

5s & 6s. 


Hath sent me to you; 
Glad news to proclaim, 

Your sins to subdue ; 
To you, O distressed, 

Afflicted, forlorn, 
Whose sins are increased, 

And cannot be borne. 

8 But still if you cry 

Oh, what is his name? 
You have the reply, 

Though blind, lame, and feeble, 

And helpless you lie, 
He's willing and able 

Your wants to supply. 

4 Then only believe, 

And trust in his name ; 
He will not deceive, 

Nor put you to shame; 
But fully supply you 

With all things in store; 
Nor will he deny you 

Because you are poor. 

349. JSrntj. C. M. 

1 Let every mortal ear attend, 

And every heart rejoice ! 
The trumpet of the gospel sounds, 
With an inviting voice. 

2 Ho ! all ye hungry, starving souls, 

Who feed upon the wind, — 
And vainly strive with earthly joys, 
To fill an empty mind : — 

3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd 

A soul-reviving feast; 
And bids your longing appetites 
The rich provision taste. 

4 Ho! ye who pant for living streams, 

And pine away and die ; 
Here you may quench your raging thirst 
With springs that never dry. 

5 The happy gates of gospel grace 

Stand open all the day ; 
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 





8s, 7s & 4s. 

1 Sinners, will you scorn the message 

Sent in mercy from above? ^ 
Every sentence — oh, how tender! 
Every line is full of love ; 

Listen to it — 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel, 

News from Zion's Kimj proclaim, 
To each rebel sinner — " Pardon," 
" Free forgiveness in his name;" 

How important! 
Free forgiveness in his name! 

3 False professors, grov'ling worldlings, 

Callous hearers of the word, 
While the messengers address you, 
Takn the warning they afford; 

We entreat you, 
Take the warning they afford. 

4 Who hath our report believed? 

Who received the joyful word? 
Who embrac'd the news of pardon 
Offer'd to you by the Lord? 

Can you slight it — 
Offer'd to you by the Lord! 

251. C. ML 

1 At Jacob's well a stranger sought 
His drooping frame to chfer; 
Samaria's daughter little thought 
That Jacob's God was near. 
I This had she known, her fainting mind 
For richer draughts had sighed; 
Nor had Messiah, ever kind, 
Those richer draughts denied, 
j The man, who came on earth to die, 
How few appear to know ! 
The friend of sinners, passing by, 
Is still esteemed a foe. 
4 The sinner must the stranger know, 
Or soon his loss deplore; 
Behold! the living waters flow; 
Come — drink, and thirst no more. 

25£. *linerica. 

1 To-morrow, Lord, is thine, 

T odzr'd in thy sov'reign hand; 
And, it' its sun arise and'shine, 
It shines by thy command. 

2 Since on this winged hour 

Ezornity is hung, 
Waken by thy almighty power, 
The aged and the young. 

S. M. 

3 To Jesus may we fly, 

Swift as the morning light, 
Lest life's young golden beam should die 
In sudden, endless night. 

253. 27#€ Sinner's Invitation. 

6s & 7s. 

1 Sinner, go, will you go 

To the highlands of Eden? 
Where the storms never blow, 

And the long summer's given; 
Where the bright blooming flowers 

Are their odors emitting, 
And the leaves of the bowers 

In the breezes are flitting. 

2 Where the saints, robed in white, 

Cleansed in life's flowing fountain, 
Shining beauteous and bright, 

Shaii inhabit the mountain : 
Where no sin, nor dismay, 

Neither trouble, nor sorrow, 
Will be felt for a day, 

Nor be feared for the morrow. 

3 He's prepared thee a home, 

Sinner, canst thou believe it? 
And invites thee to come, 

Sinner, wilt thou receive it? 
Oh. come, sinner, come, 

For the tide is receding, 
And the Saviour will soon, 

And forever, cease pleading. 

2»>4z. TVe are passing away. L. M. 

1 To-day, if you will hear his voice, 
Now i's the time to make your choice; 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go? 
Say, will you have this Christ, or no ? 

We are passing away, &c. 

2 Ye wandering souls, who find no rest, 
Say, will you be forever blest? 

Will you be saved from death and sin, 
And crowns of fadeless glory win? 
We are passing away, &c. 

3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, 
Obey the go-pel's joyful sound; 
Come, go with us, and you shall prove 
The joy of Christ's redeeming love, 

We are passing away, &c. 

4 Once more we ask you, in his name, 
For yet his love remains the same, 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go? 
Say, will you have this Christ, or no? 

We are passing away, &c. 



255. Take my Heart. 8s & 7s. 

1 Take my heart, O Father, take it, 

Make and keep it all thine own ; 
Let thy Spirit melt and break it, 

Turn to flesh this heart of stone. 
Heav'nly Father, deign to mould it, 

In obedience to thy will ; 
And, as passing years unfold it, 

Keep it meek and child-like still. 

2 Father, make it pure and lowly, 

Peaceful, kind, and free from strife, 
Turning from the paths unholy, 

Of this vain and sinful life. 
May the blood of Jesus heal it, 

And its sins be all forgiven ; 
Holy Spirit, take and seal it, 

Guide it in the path to heaven. 



C. M. 

1 Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed, 
And did my Saviour die? 
Did he devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as I ? 

2 Was it for crimes that I have done 

He groaned upon the tree? 
Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
And love beyond degree ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 

And shut his glories in : 
When Christ, the man of sorrows, died 
For man the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
While his dear cross appears ; 
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt my eyes to tears. 

5 But floods of grief can ne'er repay 
The debt of love I owe; 
Here, Lord, I give myself away — 
'Tis all that I can do. 

257. •Wartytt. 7s. Double. 

Cross of Christ. 

1 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
Hide my sins and shelter me ; 
Claim or merit have I none, 

I am vile and all undone ; 
I to Thee for succor fly, — 
Give me refuge or I die. 
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
All my hopes are hung on thee. 

2 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
Let me to thy shadow flee ; 
Here they mocked the Crucified, 
Here the royal sufferer died : 
Here was shed the atoning blood, 
Till it crimsoned all the sod ; 
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
Can the guilty trust in thee? 

3 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
Type of love's deep mystery. 
"Twas my sins provoked this love, 
I this matchless passion moved ; 
For my soul this love was stored; 
On my head the blessing poured ; 
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
Now I solve love's mystery. 

4 Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
This my boast shall ever be, 
That the blood for me was shed, 
That for me He groaned and bled; 
Now I catch that gracious eye, 
Now I know I shall not die ; 
Cross of Christ, O sacred tree, 
All my guilt is lost in thee ! 



S. M. 

1 A sinful man am I, 

Therefore I come to Thee ; 

To Thee the holy and the just, 

That Thou mayst pity me. 

2 Wert Thou not righteous, Lord, 

I dare not come to Thee. 
It is a righteous pardon, Lord, 
Alone that suiteth me. 

3 Our God is love,— we come ; 

Our God is light, — we stay; 
Abiding ever in His word, 
And walking in His way. 

4 Mercy and truth are His, 

Unchanging faithfulness ; 
The cross is all our boast and trust ; 
And Jesus is our peace. 





Geo. E. Lee. 



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2. A -cross the a - ges they Have reach' d us from a - far; 


3. More du - ra - hie they stand Than the e - ter - nal hills ; 



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The ut -ter-ance of heavenly lips In ev - 'ry sa - cred line. 
Than the bright gold,more golden they, Pur -er than pur- est star. 


Far sweeter, and more mu- si- cal Than mu - sic of earth's rills. 

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4 A thousand hammers keen, 5 It standeth, and will stand, 

With fiery force and strain, Without or change or age ; 

Brought down on it, in rage and hate The word of majesty and light, 

Have struck this gem in vain. The church's heritage. 

122 Miscellaneous. 


S. C. Hancock. 




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onder! my yearning heart grows fond - er 

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3 Oh, to be over yonder! alas! I sigh and ponder, 

Why clings my heart, world-weary, unto any earthly thing? 
Each tie of earth must sever, and pass away forever; 
But there's no more separation in the presence of the King. 

4 Oh, to be over yonder ! The longing groweth stronger, 

And sweet hope the distance lessens, like a dove on rapid wing; 
O time, with fleeter pinion, bring down my Lord's dominion, 
That my soul may rest forever in the presence of the King. 

5 Oh, to be over yonder, in that bright land of wonder, 

Where life, and light, and sunshine touch every hallowed thing! 
Where the day-beam is unshaded, pure and good as he who made it,- 
The land of love eternal, Jesus is the worthy King. 

6 Oh, when shall T be dwelling where the angel voices swelling, 
In triumphant hallelujahs, make the vaulted heavens ring; 
Where the pearly gates are gleaming, and the morning star is beaming,- 
Oh ! when shall I be yonder, in the presence of the King ? 





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"Sighing for Home." Concluded. 

Sweet home, Shall dwell in bright E - den. For- ev - er at home. 
Sweet home, The pilgrims' sweet rest And the saints' hap- py home. 

Sweet home, The blest res - ti -tu-tion,— I long to go home. 
Sweet home, Permit me to en - ter my long look'd for home. 

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Lord's Sujyper. 


1 Thy broken body, gracious Lord ! 

Is shadowed by this broken bread, 
The wine which in this cup is pour'd, 
Points to the blood which thou hast shed. 

2 And while we meet together thus, 

We show that we are one in Thee; 

Thy precious blood was shed for us; 

Thy death, O Lord, has set us free. 

3 We have one hope — that Thou wilt come ; 

Thee in the air we wait to see : 
When Thou wilt give thy saints a home, 
And we shall ever reign witn Thee. 

Lord's Supper. 

S. M. 

1 Jesus invites his saints 

To meet around his board; 
Here pardonpd rebels sit, and hold 
Communion with their Lord. 

2 For food he gives his flesh ; 

He bids us drink his blood ; 
Amazing favor — matchless grace 
Of our descending Lord. 

3 Let all our powers be joined 

His glorious name to rai-e ; 

Let joy and lovo till every mind, 

And every voice be praise. 



C. P. 31. 

1 Salem's great King, Jesus by name, 
In ancient times to Jordan came, 

All righteousness to fill ; 
'Twas there the ancient baptist stood, 
Whose name was John— a man of God — 

To do his Master's will. 

2 Down in old Jordan's rolling stream, 
The baptist led the holy Lamb, 

And there did him baptize; 
Jehovah saw his darling Son, 
And was well pleased with what he'd done, 
,»And owned him from the skies. 

3 This is my Son, Jehovah cries; 
On Him to rest the Spirit Hies; 

O, children, hoar ye him! 
Hark! 'tis his voice; behold, he cries, 
Repent, believe, and be baptized, 

And wash away your sins. 

4 Come, children, come; his voice obey; 
Salem's bright King has marked the" way, 

And has a crown prepared : 
O then arise and give consent, 
Walk in the way that Jesus went, 

And have the great reward. 






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1. Thy works of glo - ry, migh- ty Lord,That rule the boisterous sea, 








The sons 

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The sons 


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"Ocean," Concluded. 



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swell the tow'ring waves. 

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1 The loving moon is springing 

From night's unloving gloom; 
And earth seems now arising 

In beauty from the tomb. 
See daylight far above us, 

Tinging each cloudy wreath, 
Ere it showers itself in splendor 

Upon the plain beneath. 

2 'Tis sparkling on the mountain-peak, 

Tis hurrying down the vale, 
'Tis bursting thro' the forest boughs, 

'Tis freshening in the gale. 
O'er the churchyard it is resting, — 

On stone, and grass, and mould, 
Giving voice to each gray tombstone, 

As to Memnon's harp of old. 

3 O the gay burst of beauty 

That is Hashing over earth, 
And calling forth its millions 

To holy morning mirth ! 
Yet look we for a sunrise 

More beautiful than this ; 
And watch we for a dawning 

Of purer light and bliss . 

4 When a far fairer morning 

( )Vr greener hills shall rise, 
And a far fresher sunlight 

Looks down from bluer skies. 
Is not creation weary? 

Has sin not reigned too long? 
Hear, Lord, thy church's pleading, 

Come, end her night of wrong! 




, Unison. 


Arr. by Chas. C. Barker. 




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Few days, few days, 


We wait to hear the trum - pet sound/Then we're going home. 


"Few Days." Concluded- 




2 Wake the song of Jubilee, few days, few days, &c. 
Let it break across the sea, few days, few days, &c. 

For we're going home. — Cho. 

3 Lift up your heads, ye pearly gates, few days, few days, &c. 
A mighty host before you waits, few days, few days, &c. 

And they're going home. — Cho, 

4 We'll be within the city lines, few days, few days, &c. 
For in the east our day-star shines, few days, few days, &c. 

And we're going home. — Cho. 

5 The palm trees wave within our sight, few days, few days, &c. 

Upon the hills of life and light, few days, few days, &c. 
Where we're going home. — Cho. 

6 We'll no more need to sing this song, few days, few days, &c. 
The blessed day will be so long, few days, few days, &c. 
When we get home. — Cho. 







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2. What if the prom - ised life 

And lodge a - mong the tombs, 
Be hid with Christ a - while; 



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"West Sudbury" Concluded. 


he shall rise up to the skies, And sing a - mong the stars. 
on- ly sleeps,while Je - sus keeps His re - cord pure with God. 

The precious name is writ in flame : Our God re - members yet. 




Old Hundred. L. M. 

1 Be Thou, O God, exalted high, 
And, as thy glory fills the sky, 
So let it be on earth displayed, 
Till Thou art here as there obeyed. 

Old Hundred. L. M. 

2 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise Him, all creatures here below; 
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

Dedication. L. M. 

3 All glory, while the ages run, 
Be to the Father, and the Son, 

Who rose from death ; the same to Thee, 
O Holy Ghost, eternally. 


L. M. 

4 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, — 
In earth and heaven the Lord of all! 
Let all the powers of earth obey, 
And low before His footstool fall. 

Old Hundred. L. M. 

1 Let all that wait the Coming King, 
Xow to his name sweet praises bring; 

He cometh quickly! sound it high, 
Till echoes meet the vocal sky. 

2 Earth shall depart, and, like a scroll, 
The passing heavens together roll, 
For Jesus' faithful words shall be 
Enduring as eternity. 

3 Now let thy kingdom come, O Lord, 
As thou hast promised in thy word — 
Fill earth with glory like a sea — 
Oh ! speak the word, and it shall be. 

JPleyePg Hymn. 7s. 

Lord's Supper. 

1 Bread of heaven! on thee we feed, 
For thy flesh is meat indeed; 
Ever let our souls be fed 

With this true and living bread! 

2 Vine of heaven! thy blood supplies 
This blest cup of sacrifice; 

Lord, thy wounds our healing give, 
To thy cross we look and live. 

3 Day by day with strength supplied, 
Through the life of him who died ; 
Lord of life ! oh let us be 
Rooted, grafted, built on thee ! 





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When all thy mercies, O my God,My rising soul 





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Transported with the view,I'm lost In won- der, love, andpraise. 

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Transported with the vie w,I'm lost In wonder, love, andpraise. 

2 O, how can words with equal warmth 

The gratitude declare, 
That glows within my ravished heart? 
But thou canst read it there. 

3 To all my weak complaints and cries 

Thy mercy lent an ear, 
Ere yet my feeble tho'ts had learned 
To form themselves in prayer. 

4 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, 

With heedless steps I ran, 

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, 

And led me up to man. 
5 Thro' hidden dangers, toils and deaths, 

It gently cleared my way; 
And thro' the pleasing snares of vice, 

More to be feared than they. 
G Thro' all eternity to thee 

A grateful song I'll raise ; 
But, O, eternity's too short 

To utter all thy praise. 







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1. what hath Jesus bought for me! Before my ravish'd eyes 

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Rivers of life divine I see. And trees of par- a - dise, 



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Rivers of life divine I see, And trees of par - adise. 






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Rivers of life divine I see,Andtreesof par - adise. 

2 I see the blessed saints in lisht, 

Who taste the pleasure there ; 
They are all robed in spotless white, 
And conq'ring palms they bear. 

3 In hope of that immortal crown, 

1 now the cross sustain; 
And gladly wander up and down, 
And smile at toil and pain. 

4 0, what are all my suff rings here, 

If. Lord, thou count me meet 
With that enraptured host t' appear, 
And worship at thy feet? 

5 Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 

Take life or friends away ; 
But let me tind them all again, 
In that eventful day. 





G. E. Lee. 


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1. Come, ye that love your gracious Lord, His ta - ble now sur - round: 

2. In mem'ry of yourdy-ing Lord,Come, eat this sa-cred bread; 

3. Re - mem- ber now his dy - ing groans, His bloody sweat and tears ; 




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Come, all who love his precious Word, Where faith and hope a - bound. 
And drink ye all this sa - cred wine, —His bod - y and his blood. 



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For your returning Lord ; And drin k the heavenly wine ; 

For soon he'll come from yonder skies, While crowns of gold adorn your head 
Fulfilling all his Word. With stars that brightly shine. 




ANTHEM.— Awake, thou fair Virgin. 


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pine ? Shake the dust from thy garments, With him thou shalt shine ; Join the notes 
tried! Are there jewels or raiment too fair for this bride? Of thy great 

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mist, when his race he be - gun, 
tears, then he breaks out and shines, 

And there fol - lowed some drop -pings of rain, 
And tray - els his heav - en - ly way, 




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"Summer Evening" Continued. 





And there fol - lowed some drop - pings of rain. 
And trav - els his heav - en - ly way. 






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" Summer Evening. " Concluded. 

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O Lord my God, 

O Christ, I cry 

They weigh me down 





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trem- blinglips, 
to the dust; 







The joy of thy sal - va tion: 

That thou wouldst make pe - ti - tion, 

And,wea - ry with con - fes - sion, 

Vile, weak am I; 
Might - y and strong, 
I'll mute - ly wait 

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Pure sov'reign, thou ; 
Be - fore the throne, 
TilJ thou hast made 

"bless me with compas - sion. 

For man - y sins' re - mis - sion. 

A - vail thy in - ter- ces - sion. 

4 I know that thou 
Canst lift me up, 

Perchance by bitter trial ; 
I'll take whate'er 
Thy hand doth send 

Of cross or self-denial. 

5 blessed love! 

In suffering thou 
Didst learn our human story; 

And still dost bear, 

Our sorrows keen, 
Tho' crown'd with Kingly glory. 



A home for me, what a joyful thought D. T. Taylor 32 

A few more sunsshall set Bonar 58 

A little flock ; so cal Is he thee Bonar 86 

A little while, our Lord shall come 51 

A sinful man am I Bonar 120 

Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near Fawcett 100 

Ah, how shall fallen man Watts 8 

Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed ! Watts 120 

All glory, while the ages run 131 

All hail the power of Jesus' name Duncan 70 

All that 1 was, my sin, my guilt Bonar 73 

Almighty maker of my frame 8 

Angels, roll the rock away Gibbons 14 

Are we almost there ? 83 

Arouse, ye saints, and sing G. E. Lee 94 

Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep ! Mrs. Maclcay 112 

As Jesus died and rose again 24 

As the serpent, raised by .Moses Newton 117 

At Jacob's well a stranger sought 119 

Awake, thou fair Virgin Fannie Bingham. . . . 135 

Beautiful Eden, refuge of peace '. . . 40 

Beautiful Zion, built above 50 

Begin the day with God Bonar 104 

Behold a stranger at the door Gregg 117 

Behold the morning sun Watts 71 

Behold what wondrous grace Watts 103 

Be not swift to take offence 90 

Be thou, O God, exalted high 131 

Blest are the humble souls who see 23 

Blest are the merciful who prove 87 

Blest is the man that walketh not Bonar 8 

Blow ye the trumpet, blow C. Wesley 115 

Bread of heaven, on thee we feed Conder 131 

Brethren, while we sojourn here 88 

Broad is the road that leads to death Watts 115 

Calm me, my God, and keep me calm 59 

Calm on the listening ear of night - 9 

Come, take a walk to Calvary 64 

Come all ye saints to Pisgah's mountain Bonar 95 

Come, Lord, and tarry not = 56 

Come, ye that love your gracious Lord H. H. Hall 134 

Come nearer, nearer still Bonar 49 

Child of sin and sorrow 116 

Christian, the morn breaks sweetly 98 

Come and reign, come and reign S. S. Brewer 68 

Come, happy souls, approach your God Watts 13 

Come, O my soul, in sacred lays Blacklock 7 

Come, sinners, attend 118 

Come, we that love the Lord Watts 104 

Come, ye weary, heavy laden Hart 118 

Cross of Christ, O sacred tree D. T. Taylor 120 



Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness 91 

Destruction's dangerous road Newton 114 

Death's not the gate to Paradise , 8 

Eternal power, whose high abode Watts 70 

Far down the ages now Bonar. 77 

Faint not, Christian, though the road 102 

Forever with the Lord Montgomery 70 

Glad tidings, glad tidings 1 54 

Glory to God, the night is almost o'er 52 

God is the refuge of his saints Watts 23 

God's hand that saves ... D. T. Taylor 86 

Go, labor on, spend and be spent Bonar 97 

Guide me, O thou great Jehovah 63 

Grace, 'tis a charming sound Doddridge 13 

Great God, attend while Zion sings Watts 84 

Great God, how infinite art thou Watts 7 

Hail, sovereign love, that first began Brewer 84 

Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning Hasting 63 

Hark, a mighty, swelling sound D. T. Taylor 16 

Hark, down through the starry portals D. T. Taylor 16 

Hark, hark, hear the blest tidings 102 

Hark, ten thousand harps and voices Kelly 72 

Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam 85 

He dies, the friend of sinners uies Watts 14 

He is coming, and the tidings Bonar 53 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives Steele 15 

Help me, my cod, to speak 66 

HO, reapers of life's harvest 101 

How line has the day been, how bright was the sun 137 

How blest the sacred tie that binds Barbauld 87 

How cheering is the Christian's hope 47 

How happy are the little flock 71 

How happy every child of grace 51 

How oft the morn has cheated us Bonar 55 

How sweet the Christian's hope to me 65 

I feel the breezes as they blow Maria M. Weaver. . . 46 

I am looking for the dawning Bonar 30 

I have sought round the verdant earth 85 

I heard the voice of Jesus say Bonar 86 

I hear the words of love Bonar 23 

I know that my Redeemer lives C. Wesley 23 

I know that my Redeemer lives 26 

I know that my Redeemer lives 11 

I know that my Messiah lives 26 

I am sighing for home where the King in his glory 124 

I fly to Jesus, whose I am 62 

I am waiting, ever waiting, for a brighter, better day 38 

I can see beyond the river D. T. Taylor 17 

I love to tell the story McCabe 18 

I ask a perfect creed Bonar 67 

In pity for our helpless fate I). T. Taylor 10 

In love, the Father's sinless child Bonar 49 

I love thee, I love thee 27 

1 love thy church, O Cod 70- 

l'm a lonely traveler here '. 85 

In all my Lord's appointed ways 74 

In expec tation sweet 48 

In the Christian's home in glory 55 

In the midst of temptation and sorrow 83 



I saw a weary traveler 113 

I sing th 1 almighty power of God .* Watts 7 

It is the hour of time's farewell, 26 

I want a principle within 74 

I've seen tomo way-worn travelers • S. S. Brewer 79 

Jerusalem, my happy home 28 

Jesus, by his own precious blood ,. . 12 

Jesus comes with ail his grace 46 

Jesus invites his saints Watts 125 

Jesus, no other name but thine 15 

Jesus, thou art still my Saviour , Geo. E. Lee 74 

Jesus, hail, a.nidthe glory lul 

Joyfully, joyfully onward I roam 51 

Joy to the world, the Lord will come Watts 53 

Let all that wait the coming King 131 

Let me go where saints are going 60 

Let every mortal ear attend Watts 118 

Let us awake our joys Kingsbury 100 

Life but in Christ, U joyful theme 15 

Life is the time to serve the Lord 115 

Lift up your heads, despouding 100 

Lift up the trumpet, oh, loud let it ring Jessie E.Strout 44 

List, ye patient, waiting ones 93 

Lo, what a glorious sight appears Watts 50 

Lonely pilgrim, sad and weary 104 

Lord, give me light to do thy work Bonar 67 

Lord, how secure and blest are they Watts 84 

Lord , I am vile, conceived in sin . .". Watts 8 

Mortals, awake, with angels join '. ... 43 

Majestic sw< etness sits enthroned Stennett 72 

Mark that pilgrim lowly bending 69 

Morning breaks upon the tomb Collyer 14 

My Christian friends in bonds 87 

My davs are gliding swiftly by • 84 

My faith shall triumph o'er the grave 24 

My home is in Eden 24 

My hope is in heaven 54 

My soul is happy when I hear 52 

No, not the love without the blood Bonar 27 

Not to condemn the sons of men Watts 1§ 

Not to ourselves again Bonar 7o 

Not what these hands have done Bonar 23 

No slacker grows the fight Bonar 47 

Now begin the heavenly theme Langford 101 

Now to heaven our prayers ascending 68 

Now to the Lord, who makes us know 15 

Nature with all her powers shall sing. 73 

O the thought is soul-enlivening 33 

O when the morn of morns shall come Bonar 29 

U shout for joy, let songs arise M. V. Saltmarsh 42 

O Lord, my God, give unto me Fannie Bingham 140 

O what hath Jesus bought for me 133 

( ) com<\ come away 98 

O could we sp ak the matchless worth Medley 71 

O for a faith that will not shrink 67 

Ofor a heart to praise my God C. Wesley 67 

() glorious hope of heavenly love 48 

O hail, hippy day " 50 

O joyful sound of Gospel grace 51 



Only waiting till the dawning 78 

Oh to be over yonder, in that bright land of wonder 122 

One by one the hopes we cherished , Warren Fuller 80 

One awful word which Jesus spoke Newton 114 

One sweetly solemn thought , Phozbe Carey 84 

One there is above all others Newton 117 

On time's tempestuous ocean wide 52 

O tell me no more of this world's vain store 76 

Oppressed with noon-day's scorching heat Bonar 82 

Our Father, who in heaven art 69 

Our Lord is ri en from the dead 14 

Praise to Him by whose kind favor 72 

Prai es to Him who built the hills Bonar 73 

Pilgrim, wake, behold the morning 99 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow 131 

Repent, the voice celestial cries Doddridge 115 

Return, O wanderer, return Colly er 117 

Rest for the toiling hand 106 

Salem's great King , . . 125 

See how the worthless bramble stands Newton 114 

Shall we gather at the river? 47 

Sing praise, the tomb is void 112 

Sinner, art thou still secure? Newton 114 

Sinner, go, will you go? 119 

Sinners, turn, why will ye die? C. Wesley 116 

Sinners, will ye scorn the message ? Allen 119 

Sister, thou art sweetly sleeping Mrs. Small Ill 

So let our lips and lives express Watts 100 

Soon may the last glad song arise 68 

Speed away, speed away 69 

Spirit of everlasting grace Bonar 67 

Star of our hope 53 

Sweet hour of prayer 68 

Sweet rivers of redeeming love 48 

Sweet it is to know, when the heart 105 

Take my heart, O Father 120 

That is tho city of the saints Bonar 55 

The Christ, the Son of God Bonar 14 

The clouds at length are breaking 99 

The glorious day is coming 25 

Tho Lord will come Heber 16 

The night is far spent 24 

The night is spent 25 

There is a fountain filled with blood Cowper 15 

There is a God, al 1 nature speaks Steele 7 

There is a safe and secret place 28 

There is a world to come 26 

There is no name so sweet 27 

There's a home for all the blest M . V. Saltmarsh 22 

There's not a bright and beaming smile 46 

Thy thoughts are here, my God Bonar 121 

The loving moon is springing Bonar 127 

Thou art the Way— to thee alone 12 

Though to dust this frail body may turn M. M. Weaver 20 

The Saviour comes, his advent's nigh * 16 

The summer harvest spreads the field Strong 115 

This groaning earth is too dark and drear S. S. Brewer 46 

This is not my place of resting Bonar 48 

Thou must deny thyself Bonar 75 



Thy broken body, gracious Lord 125 

The church has waited long Bonar 49 

Thy wav, not miue, O Lord Bonar 75 

Thy works of glory, mighty Lord 126 

Thine oath and promise 47 

Time hastens on, ye longing saints 103 

Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow Tappan 13 

'Tis thus they press the hand and part Bonar 87 

To-day, if you will hear his voice 119 

To have each day Bonar 75 

To-morrow, Lord, is thine Doddridge 119 

To thee, alone, Lord, would I hearken Bonar 76 

To the name of God on high 73 

To us a child of hope is born 13 

Thou boundless source of every good 86 

Unhappy city, hadst thou known Higinbotham 117 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb Watts 112 

Vain, delusive world, adieu C. Wesley 74 

"Wait, 'twill be morning soon. Maria M. Weaver. . 110 

Watchful, prayerful let us be Geo. E. Lee 92 

Waste not thy being; back to him Bonar 104 

Watchman, tell me, does the morning S. S. Brewer 98 

Watchman, tell us of the night Bowring 101 

Weary pilgrim, why this sadness? 55 

We are tenting to-night 8 L 

We pine and sigh for the age of love D. T. Taylor 34 

We shall sleep, but not forever M. A. Kidder 108 

We are watching, Ave are waiting 36 

We cannot stay on this camp-ground Fannie Bingham 128 

We have heard from the bright v 25 

We're bound for the land 116 

We're marching thro' a wilderness Josephine Pollard. . . 27 

We've no abiding city here Kelly 103 

When all thy mercies, O my God 132 

When Jesus comes to earth again 45 

Where do you journey, my brother 98 

What if the saint must die Fannie Bingham .... 130 

What a friend we have in Jesus ! 71 

What poor, despised company 112 

What vessel are you sailing in ? 28 

When I survey the wondrous cross Watts 73 

When shall we meet again ? 87 

When we hear the music ringing 113 

When will the happy trump proclaim ? Rippon 70 

With willing hearts we tread 71 

Worthy the Lamb Shirley 131 

Worthy, worthy is the Lamb 72 

When fainting in the sultry waste 67 

What works of wisdom, power, and love 102 

Ye valiant soldiers of the cross 102 

Ye, who in former days , Hyde 114 

Ye who rose to meet the Lord 103 

Y(?s, he will come 28 

Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame Newton G8 

Iqelex to Supplement. 


Abide with me, fast falls the even tide 24 

Be thou, O God, exalted high, 26 

Child of God, be thou not weary Geo. E. Lee... 3 

Come, friends, and let our songs awake E. W. Abbott 20 

Come, we who love the Lord 18 

Glorious things of thee are spoken,. . .. c 26 

He is coming, long expected 2 

How sweet are the tidings that greet the pilgrim's ear 16 

I am so glad that Jesus is mine Geo. E. Lee 22 

I am so glad that the Bible is mine. S. S. Brewer 1 

I love to steal awhile away Mrs, Brovm 10 

Jesus, our Head, once crowned with thorns 15 

O happy day, that fixed my choice 10 

Oh! have you not heard of that realm of delight 14 

O Christian, toil on, work, work while 'tis day. . . .M. V. Saltmarsli 6 

O that land that the seers have foretold S. S. Brewer 1 

Eejoice, all ye believers 4 

Tell me the old, old story W. H. Doane 7 

There's a land that is fairer than day 1 

Though the ocean surges 'round me S. S. Brewer 1 

When faint and weary toiling. 12 

Who'll be the next to' follow Jesus ., 5 

Note. The following eighteen pages are filled with tunes, old and new, many of which 
are published by request. Those from Geo. E. Lee, of Springfield, Mass., appear for the 
first time in convenient book form. Limited space alone prevents us from using many 
other tunes furnished for publication. Prof. John Jackman, F. W. Messe, and Dr. E. W. 
Abbott, of this city, have kindly furnished several new hymns and tunes. C. W. S. ^ 

Concord, N. H., April 15, 1873. / 

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Tcne.— The Sweet Bye and Bye. 

The Immortal Shore. 

O that land that the seers have foretold, 

So holy, so pure, and so fair; 
And that city with streets of pure gold 

Makes me oftentimes sigh to be tuere. 
Cho. ; 2\'eai:h the clear sunny sky, 
We shall meet on that immortal shore 
that is nigh ; 
'Xeath the clear sunny sky, 

We shall sing on that immortal shore. 
O those mountains with beautiful bowers, 

\Y here the warblers siug sweet in the trees ; 
And the valleys with sweet blooming flowers 

Send their odors afar on the breeze. 
O Zion, so sacred and bright! 

The ransomed with singing shall come, 
And stand on thy beautitul height 

With Je.-us, forever at home. 

thou land so delightful and fair, 
Where no tears can bedim any eye; 

My heart and affections are there,— 
I rejoice that 't is specially nigh. 

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Jesus Saves IVle. 

1 am so glad that the Bible is mine, 

Light on its pages from heaven doth shine, 
Telling most clearly the kingdom is near, 
When in his glory the King will appear. 
Cho. I am so glad that Jesus saves me, 

Jesus saves me, Je-us saves me, 

I am so glad that Jesus saves me, 

Jesus saves me, poor me. 
I am so glad that the Father loved me, 
And opened a fountain on Mount Calvary; 
To save man from sin and to make him an 

In the kingdom of glory when Christ shall 


Then if the Lord in his mercy will bring 
Me in the kingdom to see the blest King; 
This, then, my anthem shall evermore be, 
Oh ! what a wonder that Jesus saved me ! 

There where the streamlets eternally glide, 
And sweet blooming flowers grow up by 

their side; 
There with the angels I'll evermore sing, 
Glory and honor to Salem's great King! 

There, in the city of bright golden streets, 
The saints of alfages transported I'll greet, 
And there, mid the glory, the greatest will 

The wonderful love of the Saviour for me. 

The Sweet Bye and Bye. 

There's a land that is faiier than day, 
And by faith we may see it afar, 

For the "Father waits over the way, 
To prepare us a dwelling-place there. 
Chorus:— In the sweet bye and hyp, 
We shall meet on that beautiful shore 

We shall sing on that beautiful shore 
The melodious songs of the blest, 

And our spirits shall sorrow no more— 
!Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 

To our bountiful Father above 
We will offer the tribute of praise, 

For the srlorious gift of his love, 
And the blessings that hallow our days. 

Chorus:— In the sweet bye and bve, 
We shall praise on that beautiful shore. 

Tuxe, Christian's Voyage, p. 9, Supplement. 

Near the Shore. 

Though the ocean surges 'round me, 

And the white crests leap and foam, 
Hark ! my loving Captain calls me, 

And wiil biing me safely home. 
Chorus : 
We are near to the dawn of morning, 

When the winds will cease to roar: 
Watch! for the Bridegroom soon is com- 
ing, — 

Then we'll land on Canaan's shore. 

See! the signal lights are gleaming 
'Mid the angry breakers' roar; 

Light upon our "chart is streaming 
Brighter as we near the shore. 

Sweet the odors are perfuming 
Breezes from bright Eden's plains; 

Hark! the angels are attuning 
Melody of sweetest strains. 

There the balmy zephyrs blowing, 
And the crystal streamlets glide, 

While the fragrant flowers, blooming, 
Wave in beauty on their side. 

There the realm is filled with glory 

As the waters fill the sea ; 
And the ransomed tell the story, 

" King Emmanuel died for me." 

While the angel bands are singing 
"Glory! glory! to our King,"' 

There a song is ever ringing 
That the angels cannot sing. 


Words by W. T. From " The Christian," May 1872. 

Music by Geo. E. Lee. 


1. He is coming — long ex-pect - ed — He, the Lord of earth and heaven; 

2. He is coming— long ex-pect - ed — He, the Lord of earth and heaven ; 

3. He is coming! not the stranger Once before to earth he came; 

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1. Child of God, be thou not wea ^ - ry, Tho the way be dark and drear-y ; 

2. Would' st thou reap a harvest glo-rious? Would'stthou be o'er foes vic-to-rious? 

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Lift the song of triumph high, 

Lo ! the kingdom now is nigh. — Ceo. 

4. Still rejoice ! thy burden bearing, 
Christ is v>ith thje, over sbaring 
All thy woes and daily care, 
Ever list'ning to thy prayer.— Cho. 

5. Cheer thee up ! the day is nearing ! 
Welcome thou its glad appearing ; 
Christ with angels soon will come, 
Gathering all the reapers home.— C no. 

6. Hallelujah ! let the echo, 

Ring o'er earth, and wave, and billow ; 

Let the joyful anthem be : 

Praise the Lord ! salvation's free.— Clio. 


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1. Rejoice! all ye believers, And let your lights appear ; The evening is ad - vanc-in 

2. See that your lamps are burning, Replenish them with oil, And wait for your sal - va - tion, 

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Around the throne of glory, The Lamb ye shall be - hold ; 

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2. Who'll be the next to fol - low Jesus ? Who'll be the next to praise his name? 

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The end for which we sigh ; We'll lay our heavy burdens down, There's resting by-and-by. 
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2. The moa - sy old graves where the pil 

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opened as wide as be - fore, And the millions that sleep in the might - y deep, 
songs of redemption -we'll sing ; From the N orthjrom the South, all the ransomed shall come, 
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1. O! have you not heard of that realm of delight, To which the hlest 

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How its life-breathing zephyrs float gently along, 

While the ransomed are singing redemption's sweet song. 


'Tis Jesus invites me, the glory to see ; 
" To reign with him" there, in the land of the free ! 
Where the weary saints rest, and the wicked ne'er come ! 
Yes, over the river, in the saint's Eden home ! 


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4. To us thy cross is life and health, 

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On earth, it is our joy and wealth, 
In heaven our crown shall be. 

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He bore the cross, to save the race, 

And bring us home to heaven. — CHORUS. 

3. How can I thank thee, dearest friend, 

For all thy love and favor ? 
To thee let sweetest songs ascend, 
Thou blessed, loving Saviour. — CHORUS. 



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Righteous and faithful he always doth prove ; In his remembrance his children who sleep ; 

Ever delighting our burdens to share, Yes, our long-lost ones immortal shall bloom, 

If we but earnestly seek him in prayer. Rising in glory, they'll come from the tomb. 

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Thou hast not left me, oft as I've left thee ; 
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me ! 

3. Hold thy dear cross before my closing eyes ; 
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